I feel that some times reading and learning too much too early about our track record of societal ignorances on earth can make any one person miserly in the future. As can preferring solitude and or living alone. For solitude lets us see ourselves plainly and simply which essentially is a huge prerequisite to befriending, understanding and eventually loving that person we finally allow ourselves to be. If we are able to see ourselves plainly then we too should be able to see others simply as well. In this way I no longer can accept much dishonesty in my life, not from my relationships nor from myself, so I no longer tolerate it in others.
However the concept of truth has ambiguous effects in our relationships. I tell the truth as I see it because I feel I have to. It's a punishment and reward for coming to gather the strength and courage to face myself and those around me. However, there is some pieces of falicy when saying that people can't deal well with the truth, especially when it comes from others. This few will accept, much less embrace the absurdity of the human condition when its put there by someone else, the truth is something that we need to tell ourselves, to find in our own hearts which partly explains, why people take it occasionally in an offensive manner. Moreover, the offensive reaction of truth from others reflects our past and its success in telling us what we WANT to hear as opposed to telling us what we NEED to hear. Its evident our generations are shifting and going through radical changes of perspectives which gives me at least a glimmer of hope that lifetimes of holding it all in or being held in states of suspended animation, when holding back information that is crucial to the actual mental state and quality of that persons life, is slowing.
With this shift of perspective comes one of the most fundamental concepts to individual fulfillment, a strong sense of self-reliance. It assumes full responsibility of one's emotional well-being, rather than those attachments to work, friends, family, or any demands of society, and embracing our uniqueness and individuality for the majority is a hard thing to do and to accept. Sometimes to me it seems that people have drifted so far away from what they really are at heart and mind and choose run away from themselves, because the truth of their embodiment maybe isn't all what they expect out of themselves. For this I blame our mental equanimity of being brought up with a 'hidden' subconscious believe that our fulfillment lies in others, that whatever the cost, others are essential to the equation, that without them, our lives simply don't add up. I can't speak for society, but my value is my own. It comes from a deep emotional powerful conclusion that I hold to be true about myself that concludes my personal validation.
Overall, injecting truth and honesty into our interpersonal relationships and the relationships with ourselves has liberating effects, ones which bring us closer to ourselves and those people and things we choose to surround ourselves with.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Body Schema
How often to we pay tribute to our bodies? I read recently something that for some peculiar reason impacted me...it said, 'The two most obvious things about human beings is that they have bodies and they are bodies.'
A sense of awareness, ownership, that your body belongs to you. Feeling movements, balance. Our abilities to locate ourselves, to sense our body size and shape and the awareness that our body has boundaries that separate us from other bodies and objects and within them lies countless mechanisms.
Suppose the human body is just a thing, a flesh and blood thing, but a thing nevertheless, an object, a machine. Like many machines, the body has its fuels and lubricants, its ways of relaying sensory information to and from the central processing unit, and the functions which it performs. Like all machines, it needs maintenance, cleaning, and maybe even some polishing up. This may be true of your body, but not mine. My body is a thing only up to a point, after which I start to take it personally. The pleasure and pain that emanate from my body are uniquely mine and no one else's and they establish not just a sense of ownership but a sense of being. I am a person by virtue of the fact that I am located in my body and nowhere else, and that body has a historical and physical location from which I can identify myself within the world.
I used to compare my body to a temple, as I can understand now, I was right. We have nothing much more to care for in our time than for ourselves and our bodies which serve as our mode of transporting and communicating with the outside world. It allows for perspectives for others, its all they can see and its all they can link us with, if not upon a fresh friendship. Our bodies are viewed in many many different ways throughout the day. Our posture at work, our position on a bicycle, our stance in line, our form, shape, fat, muscle, hair, and those things that we cloth our bodies with, which are mainly superficial. However, what's important here is to know that we need to create and craft our bodies into something we are proud of and that we love and we can embrace, our bodies should be cherished and loved.
Moreover, a sense of self worth or personal validation should not be greatly influenced by our expectations of external embrace, of that of our bodies nor of our mentality. Our value and sense of self worth comes from within ourselves, a deep emotional powerful conclusion that we hold to be true about ourselves...
A sense of awareness, ownership, that your body belongs to you. Feeling movements, balance. Our abilities to locate ourselves, to sense our body size and shape and the awareness that our body has boundaries that separate us from other bodies and objects and within them lies countless mechanisms.
Suppose the human body is just a thing, a flesh and blood thing, but a thing nevertheless, an object, a machine. Like many machines, the body has its fuels and lubricants, its ways of relaying sensory information to and from the central processing unit, and the functions which it performs. Like all machines, it needs maintenance, cleaning, and maybe even some polishing up. This may be true of your body, but not mine. My body is a thing only up to a point, after which I start to take it personally. The pleasure and pain that emanate from my body are uniquely mine and no one else's and they establish not just a sense of ownership but a sense of being. I am a person by virtue of the fact that I am located in my body and nowhere else, and that body has a historical and physical location from which I can identify myself within the world.
I used to compare my body to a temple, as I can understand now, I was right. We have nothing much more to care for in our time than for ourselves and our bodies which serve as our mode of transporting and communicating with the outside world. It allows for perspectives for others, its all they can see and its all they can link us with, if not upon a fresh friendship. Our bodies are viewed in many many different ways throughout the day. Our posture at work, our position on a bicycle, our stance in line, our form, shape, fat, muscle, hair, and those things that we cloth our bodies with, which are mainly superficial. However, what's important here is to know that we need to create and craft our bodies into something we are proud of and that we love and we can embrace, our bodies should be cherished and loved.
Moreover, a sense of self worth or personal validation should not be greatly influenced by our expectations of external embrace, of that of our bodies nor of our mentality. Our value and sense of self worth comes from within ourselves, a deep emotional powerful conclusion that we hold to be true about ourselves...
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