How is it
that someone can write a book about how it is, or write a song about these
feelings or dramas they have never experienced? After learning about
Aristotle’s theory on Virtue, I begun to ponder everything I learned and came
across. One becomes practically wise, phronetic, by learning from experience.
They practice these experiences and do them repetitively. Gaining phronesis
allows someone to gain virtue, but so does your characteristic activities. If
one constantly does the right thing after learning what the right thing is by
experiencing it they are virtuous. So why would we listen to the words of an
unvirtuous person? Or more realistically, why would one want to listen to the
words of one who does not even try to be virtuous, if one wants to argue the
fact that it is hard to become completely virtuous.
So all of
these personality theories about why people are the way they are really do not
have complete liability to them, hence being theories. How can someone say how
or why someone is the way they are without walking in their shoes? There is all
of this talk about the norm when no one can actually say what the norm is.
People are all wired differently. No DNA is the same. Even identical twins have
differences although they share the same DNA. People can be similar, however,
everyone’s thought process differs. Why do we constantly talk about what is
right from what is wrong when everyone needs to experience the situation in
order to be practically wise about it?
I am
personally sick and tired of how weak I get over the fact that I do not think
the way society wants me to think. I am always pleased at first that I am
different from most. But then, I find myself squirming in my indifference that
I eventually fall back to the bottom of the pit. Locked away in the emptiness
of my mind, resisting any conformity within my thoughts, and somehow I am still
questioning my individuality. Then a ray of light shines and as I reach for it,
I see myself climbing up this unknotted rope. Effortlessly, I am escaping from
this death trap I keep throwing myself into. Although I effortlessly doubt
myself again and throw myself back into the bottom of the pit. It is a vicious
cycle that is destroying me slowly. That is why I state that I am sick and
tired of how weak I am getting over this insignificant society norm.
I want a
new beginning, I want to be able to stay with my new found self. Why should I
ever have to question myself to please another? At the end of the day who are
they to me? They never walked a day in my shoes. They have never seen the
things I have seen. Yes, they may have experienced something similar, or seen
something similar to me, but that is the amazing thing about experiences and
perception, no two people actually take it in the same way. Our brains are more
complex than that and so is life and this world. The moment people grasp this
concept, the concept that no two things will ever be alike, the moment that
person will be able to see his or her own truth, to envision reality for
themselves, and be able to examine their own reasons for why they are who they
are and why they do what they do.
