One's personality is both a composition and reflection, but if I have to choose one of them, I will choose reflection as the "self" is more important to me than "me". One's composition may change, walking across the cultural landscapes and climbing the social ladder but one's self is tied to one's reflections. The fun part is that reflections are not bound to "Time-Space" barriers ( it is not time-space) and respective mental constructs, which have grown so thick over ages, that they had reduced the image of humans to Sisyphus, rolling different sizes of boulders on hills of different heights.… As the name of this Blog indicates, knols are my perspectives on topics of interests, sweet/bitter experiences or just doodling :)
“Time ruins reality”….No, no….. my head needs some more scratches… to come with more specific expression…. It is wise to be careful in choosing words as ...logical analysis is not too old yet…its memory is still fresh…. OK, “Age ruins the paradigm”…. That is a little better… At least psychologists will agree with it, ….as they believe that every age has its one main BIG question….. I don’t know how common is ….the question of the age among contemporaries within same age groups…. as I see them challenging each others’ ideas and acts?....I see kids (with their original behaviors but temporary emotions) challenge each other just as youths (with their fake behaviors but permanent emotions) challenge each other….. Whatever is the fact….the truth is that at my age, I can say that I have a live paradigm and several ruined paradigms in my baggage that are collectively called experience….. Some says that experience is the real achievement that one really deserves to celebrate….. as experience tells you that…….. you have successfully changed your paradigms before….so you can do it again…. Of course world is evolving but there is not enough seconds in our age to wait for the right developmental stage (right time)…..so plasticity of paradigms is what we have control on…. and what Philosophers call the practice of “free will” and religious scholars call submission to “will of God”…….
Well, changing paradigms is not the only story…. People draw differently their paradigms…two extremes are those of broad stroking with large brushes……..and detailed painting with sharp brushes….. I belong to the first category….I like to paint my new paradigm with few large strokes to have a clear idea of what I am doing?... I know that I am going to redraw my paradigm soon so I can’t waste much time in detailing a new paradigm……
Similarly, with this small baggage of experience I think I have not the luxury of recreating my beautiful past….so I have little interest in yesterday except in its stories that I need in detail painting of my new paradigms….in case I felt….that is needed….
I don’t know how much credible are the findings of psychologists….but they call one’s ability to change the way we view a situation….METACOGNITION…. It seems very BIG!!!!.... but I think, I have already accommodated it into my skull (In fact this is really a BIG size skull…. A TURKO-MONGOL skull…thanks to Nature :)…..
From one side it is the changing paradigms that allude one’s personality….from other side, the bunch of habits that we acquire creates a “Second Nature”…..(Habits are not the real personality but what we develop over time ….and they are the most visible…it is why habits are called second nature….most of time they cover the real personality)….. Habits are the real tyrants that sometimes we are fallen in love with….without realizing it…… Habits make us go round and round in one place and yet makes us to convince ourselves that we are moving ahead…..that is a clear self deception…..(may be a treason…as there is no homeland more real than home)…..
Knowing the fragility of paradigms and deception of habits….it would be a real mistake to judge others by a few relics and ruins of his/her ages….(a few written words…a few pictures… few talks and few stories…) we need to train our eyes to observe beyond paradigms and habits…. We need to grow a heart that could feel the souls inside…. We need a pair of hands to pull out others that have buried under rubbles of habits…. And we need feet that could endure longs walks till destiny appears…..
TRUTH and FACTS hurts….. they really hurt and hurt without exception…..as they contradict with our paradigms and habits that we have fallen in LOVE with….. but it is necessary to get hurt to fall in love with Truth…to fall in love with facts… It is said that a broken heart worth more as it knows the real worth of love….so is true about LOVE of Wisdom (It’s distorted and abused name is more popular; philosophy)…unless facts don’t hurt you….you won’t be free of….. deceptions of paradigms and habits…….There is no sweetness parallel to self-liberty….
Some believe that happiness is in thoughtlessness……thoughtless days of boyhood and youth are taken as proofs of this claim….Well, there is some truth in it…..The real joy comes not from thoughtlessness as there is no age….that do not face a defining question…..but comes from being loved by parents, elders and friends (It is the security under shelter of parental love that we call thoughtlessness) …and also freshness of experiences….of course there is no joy paralleling curiosity except joy of discovery….. So, later in age (when thoughtlessness of boyhood and youths are replaced by thoughts of responsibility and purpose in life…) when one has to return the loves that he received and have to questions beliefs ……came in by his raw experiences….then he will get hurt by facts…..it really hurts at beginning but then when tastes of discovery comes…..then….. of course he forgets all other joys….. it is the reward of falling in love with truth….and falling in love with wisdom….. Thoughtlessness is myth….just like deception of second nature…..Habits……
Writing knols…. is exposing those paradigms and habits that have buried the real FIRST NATURE………and are invitations to taste the joys that thoughtlessness can not parallel :)
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