I’ve had this thought on my mind for a while. First off I’m still in middle school at 13 and I have very profound thoughts. Alright, to the thought. I’ve always discuss this with my friend that they’re are two realities, one you give up and one that you choose to follow. The one reality that you choose is the what I call is the “chosen reality” such as if you choose to become obsessed with video games and leave the real world behind and miss out on a lot of things that will make you “cool.” The second, unchosen reality is an “alternate reality” that, in some cases can be someones “alter ego”, which shows the opposite of someones personality. One thing that is eveident by this theory is that character definitly makes logical sense. Second, about the “alter ego”, the statements makes sense why opposite personalities attract because as a human strives to be, humans will strive to find a connection in what they let go of in the first decision(s) to live out the “alternate reality” in an indirect but effective way. Finally, human life and decisions can’t be lived out without sacrifice of what “could have been” and is lived with “what is” but the capablity of 2 decisions can be “what is” and “what could have been” because of the power of deception and choice. What I want to know is if anyone agrees with me and if I am too advanced for my times? Please respond.
Oops, triple threadage. Let me guess you got the Page Not available and resent it? Feels your pain.
Glad to see a young mind around, they usually bring something fresh to the table. Right on the cusp of being spoonfed their beliefs.
Couldnt your idea of a chosen reality and an alternate reality be combined? When you watch TV, play video games etc and submerse yourself into their world, dont you essentially become someone else? Someone in your mind you can never be, but envy?
As for the rest, I find myself confused. Either Its not explained in a way easy to follow, or you ( a thirteen year old) is smarter then me. Shrugs maybe both.
You can never be in front of your time, because what YOU do, belongs to your time. I was once similar to you, so I give you the courage to keep things up.
It is quite usual to find that the world isn’t quite as simple as it once seemed. I often remind myself that a missed chance is one that I couldn’t possibly have wanted enough. That aside, a life of diminished standards can provoke an innocent belonging. Each consummate division is actually a fallacy of standards, a depiction of insubstantiation rather than the once more obvious and stealthily superior ‘step in the right direction’. Is it even possible to form a well-couched enterpretation of success without having tasted the fruits of your labour? If I am to give advice, I would ask you look towards one of the unfathomable proverbs - Strike while the iron’s hot! As for myself, I would ask you to consider how actions will affect the outcome in your life, since a measure of the honesty that is being asked for will probably trace some element of dissatisfaction from my own.
Tetchen
By The Way, I also found this to be quite an amusing tale. You never know, it might help answer your questions.
“Arthur the rat”
Once upon a time there was a rat who couldn’t make up his mind. Whenever the other rats asked him if he would like to come out hunting with them, he would answer in a hoarse voice, “I don’t know.”
And when they said, “Would you rather stay inside?” he wouldn’t say yes, or no either. He’d always shirk making a choice.
One fine day his aunt Josephine said to him, “Now look here! No one will ever care for you if you carry on like this. You have no more mind of your own than a greasy old blade of grass!” The young rat coughed and looked wise, as usual, but said nothing.
“Don’t you think so?” said his aunt stamping with her foot, for she couldn’t bear to see the young rat so coldblooded.
“I don’t know,” was all he ever answered, and then he’d walk off to think for an hour or more, whether he would stay in his hole in the ground or go out into the loft.
One night the rats heard a loud noise in the loft. It was a very dreary old place. The roof let the rain come washing in, the beams and rafters had all rotted through, so that the whole thing was quite unsafe. At last one of the joists gave way, and the beams fell with one edge on the floor. The walls shook, and the cupola fell off, and all the rats’ hair stood on end with fear and horror.
“This won’t do,” said their leader. “We can’t stay cooped up here any longer.” So they sent out scouts to search for a new home. A little later on that evening the scouts came back and said they had found an old-fashioned horse-barn where there would be room and board for all of them. The leader gave the order at once, “Company fall in!” and the rats crawled out of their holes right away and stood on the floor in a long line.
Just then the old rat caught sight of young Arthur – that was the name of the shirker. He wasn’t in the line, and he wasn’t exactly outside it–he stood just by it. “Come on, get in line!” growled the old rat coarsely. “Of course you’re coming too?”
“I don’t know,” said Arthur calmly.
“Why, the idea of it! You don’t think it’s safe here any more, do you?”
“I’m not certain,” said Arthur undaunted. “The roof may not fall down yet.”
“Well,” said the old rat, “we can’t wait for you to join us.” Then he turned to the others and shouted, “Right about face! March!” and the long line marched out of the barn while the young rat watched them.
“I think I’ll go tomorrow,” he said to himself, “but then again, perhaps I won’t – it’s so nice and snug here. I guess I’ll go back to my hole under the log for a while just to make up my mind.”
But during the night there was a big crash. Down came beams, rafters, joists – the whole business.
Next morning – it was a foggy day – some men came to look over the damage. It seemed odd that the old building was not haunted by rats. But at last one of them happened to move a board, and he caught sight of a young rat, quite dead, half in and half out of his hole. Thus the shirker got his due, and there was no mourning for him.