The games of life...
I guess I was a normal little girl. I'd look at the way adults deal with things and everything seemed too complicated and difficult. Their games had much more complex rules and obstacles than the games I was used to. Why can't I just eat chocolate all the time? If wars are sad for both sides, why don't they just stop fighting? Why does God allow sadness in the world? All adults had similar answers "you will understand when you grow up... you still have much to learn... you don't know how the world works..." I was very suspicious. What else was there to know that I didn't? Obviously, if both sides refuse to fight, there's no war; if God is omnipotent and allows sadness he is not loving; if chocolate makes me happy I should eat it all the time! Why were adults always making things complicated? It fascinated me. So I promised myself that as I got older, I wouldn't let myself be easily caught into adult games of love, power, success, etc. I'd always remember the easiness and simplicity of looking at the world through a kid's eyes.
And so I did, the best I could. As I grew up I tried to maintain an objective look towards adult games in order to find out if they were really necessary. I noticed that not many other kids adopted the same posture though. Everyone around me seemed eager to learn the rules and enter the game. They'd rarely stop to wonder if the games were necessary or the reason some rules existed.
At school, subjects such as history and politics seemed like too much unnecessary complication and confusion to me. That's probably why I was always fonder of natural sciences, the inescapable truths about the world. For me, physics was pure simplicity, a bunch of complicated movements explained by this one little formula. Beautiful. I also never cared about the news, all the complex conflicts and problems explained with complicated words just didn't seem like the world I saw around me. My world was simple.
As years went by, it would become clearer that my way of seeing the world was quite different from those around me. It's as if all the others had built this adult mask in front of their eyes and would see this deep complication on everything, while my kiddie eyes were still almost intact. They would be so proud of making sense of the whole complication. "I understand the economic factors which lead to a nation's growth... I know exactly what to do so God takes me to heaven... I know how to successfully seduce a man and have him hooked on me..." They were really into the games, and as you would expect, not many people would take the little girl here seriously. She was too far behind for them. While they were trying to come up with newer and more complicated strategies, she was still wondering if strategies were necessary. Silly girl... The interesting thing is that every so often a friend would come to me asking for advice on adult problems. My advices were always along the lines of "you don't have to play the game, things are actually simpler than that..." to what they would say "I would be so much happier if things were as simple as you say... Why can't I see the simplicity the same way you do?" I didn't know, why can't they?
With many experiences like that, I came to the conclusion that the complication becomes more than just a mask before people's eyes. It actually gets inside their heads and eventually becomes part of who they are. It's not something you can just take off. Thanks to my skeptical point of view since little, I did manage to dodge most of the complication, but inevitably some became part of me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to live in society right now. But still, it's not like I fit in. I guess that's a natural consequence from not wanting to go with the flow. This made me feel alone with my points of view, because they didn't fit into any of the existing labels. It's true that from time to time people would listen to me and call me atheist, anarchist, but it never really convinced me. I felt that my point of view was not having a point of view, being always open to all the possibilities. Since people insisted on using words to define everything, I started defining myself as free - I have no labels or am static.
Free from complications, biases, rules - I try to make sense of the world with my own little head. One thing I used to do since little was to write down my ideas, which I'd not show anyone. That's because since early I learned the hard way from teachers and friends that I only made sense for myself. You might be wondering how did I end up writing a blog then. Well, the idea of putting my ideas out there anonymously was pretty charming. I'd keep on writing as always, have an online backup in case my notebooks catch fire or something, and might get other people's insights without feeling like I'm being judged by those around me. Perfect, to be Freeee!
Unfortunately, that's not how things happened. The first thing I did after writing my first post was to tell about it to everyone I knew, and that's how I started to lose my freedom. People I knew would give me their comments, positive or negative, both on the blog or in person. The difference in logic was becoming evident, I couldn't express myself properly and misunderstandings happened often. They would keep on calling me atheist, anarchist, bisexual, and it was all too fast for me. The adults were getting me little by little. All my easiness and simplicity were disappearing. I started to label myself in order to reply faster. I would constantly look for material which was close enough to my way of thinking in order to have more effective arguments, even if they didn't express exactly my way of seeing the world. If you want to speak up, people expect certain things from you. They poke you, support you... It's a whole new game with its own rules, and this new complication went undetected through my radar. I got caught, and I felt like it was me versus them. And little by little, I was becoming the anarchist, the atheist, the environmental fighter, the activist. What a leap!
So, for the past few months I've been living with a conflict inside myself. Have I finally found the balance between childhood and adulthood which allows me to to be free while making sense to others? Or am I losing my freedom? After a few episodes of heated discussions making people upset, I finally took a look at myself and saw a complicated difficult and unhappy adult. I wasn't really sure how or at which point it happened, so in order to organize my thoughts, I did what I usually do, write. And this post is the result of that.
Ok, so I've realized I've changed into this person I don't like. Where to go from now? Well, I want to be Freeee again. It's not as simple as I would expect though, all I have as guidance are my memories and old writings. In fact, it's being so hard that it gets me wondering if people who have been living in complexity for a long time would ever be able to see the simplicity if they wanted to. Complication is serious business.
Right now I'm under recovery, trying to keep a distance and organizing my thoughts. You know, this whole thing is tough, but I'm glad it happened. It feels nice to eventually look back at difficult times and be aware of how much it helped me to grow as a person. Living and learning, and always keeping an objective look towards myself. I learned for example, how different it is to give advice to someone who asks for it from discussing with people who are not willing to change their minds. The latter are usually very defensive, and if you don't take care, you might end up taking the same posture as them. Defending your position because that's your position, period. At the end of the day, I think the whole problem comes from having a position, trying to be static. You know what they say, people with good intentions are as bad as those with bad intentions.
I don't want to have intentions. I want to be Freeee, to go back to the happiness of simplicity. To see the world as it shows itself to my eyes. I'm not an activist, I'm not here to convince anyone. If one thing, I'm here as an example of innocent happiness.
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