As a man thinks, so is he… This is a quite known aphorism of
James Allen. This author is known for his beliefs saying that men are the
complete sum of all their thoughts and therefore their thinking springs and
blossoms to result in a person’s behavior as well as a person’s demeanor, be it
real or sham.
We live in a world where good and evil are walking all around , finding a way to coexist within the same space and concidering that fact, people can be who they prentend they are or they can be what lays in the shadow of that which they prentend they are. Philosophy sustains that we can never know people for real since their demeanor could be forged to appeal the viewer even though deep down, it is the ugliest thing possible. Hence what I’m saying is that someone who appears to be eerie can actually be normal, someone who appears in his highest level of happiness can deep down be carrying a stab of sorrow, someone who appears to be real can be nothing more than an illusion, an image, someone who appears to be beautiful and perfect can actually be narcicistic, someone who appears to be as calm and steady as the ocean waves in a sunny day can be a time bomb. Isn’t it odd ? It’s astonishingly unbelieveable how wrong you can be about someone. Is is that easy to put on a mask and wander around with it ? Are people’s feelings this unmeaningful ? There aren’t enough words to describe the depth of my bewilderment. How can one’s seeds be this dirty ? How can one’s thoughts be disgraceful to the point of beguiling the closest people around them ? Figuring out this remains beyond my capabalities.
After realizing being betrayed by the closest ones, we end up fearing the unknown, builiding tremendous walls of caution to hide behind them, cutting off any kind of human contact. There is nothing worse than betrayals, deceptions, disappointments. Such pain in the heart results in being cold as a rock, isolated, enclosed. We become the pure embodiment of loneliness. And no apology can bring the peaces back together because once something is broken, you have to accept that IT IS BROKEN.
As much as I endeavour denying the fact that I was once the victim of what I’ve been writing above, something brings me back to reality. When you see me, and I look at myself in the mirror, you see normality though the deeper you dip, the more you realize that there is a certain anguish underneath the surface. I portray myself in transparency, and I know myself as intricacy. I dwell in bitter sweet silence and I revel in it. And just like I was saying, there is my demeanor and my true me, if that makes any sense.
Like James allen said, I am the complete sum of all my thoughts, I make and shape my own decisions I grow the seeds of my behavior but still, I try my best not to betray, nor deceive nor disappoint…
PS : It’s been
said that I’m overrated, so anything said in this article might be not true or
wrong
…I didn’t know that I’m
overrated, but now that I know, I thought that you all should know…
