On Being and its components
in Spirituality ·
So, we're all just "silent" gods.
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Michael Diaz6 said:I've spent years studying how people tick, and I can say this with total confidence:
The ones who are overly sensitive, constantly showering you with attention and big emotions? They usually don't have much else to bring to the table, so they overcompensate.
Then you've got the people who seem cold or detached—those are the ones who actually have something valuable to offer, which is exactly why they’re careful about losing it or handing it to the wrong person.
People ALWAYS act the complete opposite of how they present themselves.
Every single time. Life is just one big masquerade ball.
you're saying a person needs certain predispositions... specific personality traits to even pursue self-development or aim for higher goals.
I feel like spiritual growth is sometimes triggered simultaneously from both the outside and the inside... as if life circumstances and events unfold in alignment with the shifts happening within us.
inner peace... I have to admit I haven't achieved it as a constant state. It mostly appears in flashes... in the interstices... in those moments when I am not "there"... when I forget to think... when emotional energies accidentally find balance... when I lose sight of all the traps of identity... in those moments, there is no sense of feeling, need, or desire... nothingness and everything merge... but these moments are elusive and fade quickly...
susceptibility to circumstances... I've never truly defined what "circumstances" actually are in the context of life and existence... whether they are imposed, constructed, designed... whether we choose them and to what extent... looking at my life from a distance, it seems most things were not my choice... yet I refuse to let these circumstances mold me... even if they feel overwhelming...
quiet with myself... of all things in life, this is the only thing that has always come naturally to me... ever since I can remember, I find the necessary energy, freedom, and knowledge in solitude... in solitude, I purify myself and find myself... I assemble the broken pieces... search for lost fragments... it's the only time I don't feel alone... isolated... detached... in a crowd, in society, I feel scattered... I need solitude to hear the silence... I haven't reached a state where I can maintain this regardless of my environment...
how I observe the world... I have a need to simultaneously dissect the details and see the whole picture... everything surrounding me fascinates me... I watch the world and look for threads of connection... how everything that exists is similar... growing up, I was taught what was allowed and what wasn't... what was good, what was bad... why things are the way they are... I could never accept information as absolute truth... I always rejected truths that persist only because they are held by the majority... or because people are too cowardly to constantly tear down and rebuild their own value systems... I watch the world and see only its surface... I want to know what lies beneath that illusion of solidity...
whether I love myself unconditionally... the only kind of love I can comprehend is one that is unconditional and absolutely free... people who claim to love themselves don't love themselves—not their core, not their essence—because they have never descended to that level... they float at the level of the identity and ego they identify with... I haven't met a single person who can set aside all identifications and categorizations, all status and power, and everything they think they represent in this world... to be able to say they know who they are and that they love themselves...
so... I love myself... not my body, my identity, or the reflection of what others think of me... I love my essence... I know my core... and I see it in everything that exists...
Why does the urge to hide emotions arise?
northernsailor102 said:I have these bigger ambitions, but in this reality, they don't seem to carry any weight at all. I find myself desperately grasping for a reason to face each new day... and honestly, I just can't find one. I wish I could just take it easy and go with the flow, but I'm constantly suffocating under this immense pressure that's nearly impossible to shake off. I truly cannot wrap my head around the idea of just living day by day without being able to see the larger purpose behind my own existence.
crimsonhound4 said:I guess it just means your feelings get hurt when someone hits a nerve, right? 🙂
Anyway, thanks to everyone for the replies. 😍
Kevin Gomez10 said:Yes, it does seem quite nonsensical. I mean, I suppose the argument is that people might become more vulnerable if they share themselves with others, providing certain individuals with enough information during moments of weakness to potentially cause harm or injury, among other things.
But, in my estimation, that doesn't really seem to harm anyone or anything at all. 🤦
It just doesn't work for me. It never has. I often get this feeling that I'm being intrusive, and that deep down, my conversational partners are actually hurt by my stories about myself. And many times, that’s turned out to be true.
I think it's because someone might expose a weakness of mine.
That makes people more exposed, and automatically more vulnerable.
So now it sounds like we don't talk about ourselves because we don't love ourselves. In reality, it's precisely because I love myself that I don't want to talk about myself. Certain things will only be known by the chosen few who deserve to know. Everyone else is irrelevant. I couldn't care less about their opinions.