Epicurean – Stoic
Apollonian – Dionysian
Gay – Straight
Political Left – Right
Blond – Dark Roast
Introvert – Extrovert
Good – Evil
Ultraviolet – Infrared
Death metal – Post rock
Child to Adult
Few things in life are black and white. It would be so much easier if we could plant our feet firmly in the ground and declare: here I stand. In so many ways we’d define ourselves everyday, and then we wobble.
When we were young, we tried on personalities like clothe, reinvented ourselves with each passing summer, stumbled upon new ideals with every page, woke up each day with new dreams. At some point a silence will set in. The realities of adulthood has displaced self-discovery.
I regard confident proclamations of identity and of love with admiration and envy. Surely only those who have reached the pinnacle of existential achievement – to know one’s self – can so confidently and comfortable take ownership of a definition? And without a knowing one self, how do you build a stable life?
Or perhaps they’re all fooling themselves.
In any case, even the finest whiskey has to leave the cask someday. For those of us who wobble, introspection is a remedy for the prematurely bottled.
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