We are complex creatures that need to be decoded
People are complex creatures and so are you.
It is but interesting to note that we know within ourselves our predisposition in life and yet we somehow fail to grasp the entirety of it in words and illustrations. Either we get frustrated out of it and think our existence is a nightmare or become melancholic and settle for the redeeming comfort of silence. Being fated this way is indeed perceived as an inferior predicament in life, leading to our isolation from social circles, and living all by ourselves. What adds to this hell is our inability to capture the accurate, if not precise, words that would certainly be understood by the person or people we’re dealing with. An attempt to explain often leads to our own dissatisfaction with it, thinking over what we’ve just stated, how did we appear as we lay our thoughts, and how did we seem to the person or persons in front of us, reviewing the words we just employed to represent our thoughts, and ponder upon their precariousness whatsoever. Thereafter, the feeling of being not enough would ignite our inner selves and going back to our former situation is what we think as just — remaining alone, not because we are lonely, but sometimes leads to that way, and enjoying the soul-refreshing silence in an atmosphere of introspection and laughing at the thought of explaining ourselves makes us even more vulnerable to others, and such is, above all, pointless in every manner of speaking.
We are complex creatures. Behind us is our own culture that shaped us consciously, subconsciously, and unconsciously. We were accustomed to the social forces acting upon us. We also lived a lot of experiences in life and those are even hard to pinpoint one by one — making us simply refer to them as the bits of our culture. We were raised in a house or a home where we were first taught or not taught of anything understandable to a young mind, attended schools and were taught of this and that, we developed our own system that others are less likely or would never comprehend, we strived to gain our own consciousness of a much broader social context or world and understood explicitly or implicitly the things that fit us into such world, and tried to conceal the undesirable traits we have and show the pleasing ones that would make us acceptable. And this doomed us to the bleakness of being alive, full of inevitable pretentiousness, that if we would resort to present who we really are, we are simply exposing our Achilles’ heel, and the thin line that separates rejection and acceptance kindles in our minds, letting us avoid the hell it would bring, consoling ourselves of the initial thought of just being us — in the redeeming comfort of silence.
Such a bothersome state must, at all cost, be avoided, and only the brave ones are able to venture and break that wall. Other people are hell. Neither do we get their whole point nor do they fully get ours. Such a wasted effort to explain. An effort in vain indeed. We are fated this way. We have to deal with it. And perhaps, the most fortunate people on the surface of this planet are those who have the ability to efficiently and explicitly put into words what exactly is in their minds.
Another fortune is the moment where we finally meet the person who looks into the depths of our soul, silently inquiring about our nature without bothering us. It is the moment of perfect silence that builds bond and connection, studying what we express in words and actions, capturing the essence of what we do and not do, and seeing through and negotiating with our areas of imperfections and vulnerabilities. Only then shall we be able to behold the unfolding beauty of life.
People are complex creatures. It is never a problem. It is who we are. We only need one person in life to be dependent upon as we convey our ideals and aspirations without masquerading and sugarcoating ourselves. That despite the endearing silence we’ve been long accustomed to, it is undeniably correct that deep in our core, we’re longing to be understood by someone whom we’d like to keep for a lifetime. Only then shall we be able to know that hell is not the other person. Hell is being misunderstood and misinterpreted. However complex we are, there is someone who is able to decode our thoughts and respond to them in an appropriate manner ever deemed by both.
