Living with others

The hardest but also the best thing about being in the world is other people. Our complexity and unpredictable nature is what makes us dangerous, lovely, irrational, frustrating, etc.. We are a package of contradictions and we are hard to figure out which makes our interactions sometimes needlessly complex.

Finding our identity in the world cannot be completely accomplished in isolation but it would almost be ideal if it could be formed and then allowed to run free among society and be appreciated. The person we think we know is a combination of what we absorb from around us and the earnestness we desperately want to regale in but learned to be afraid to. It is not easy to be oneself completely and sometimes it can be dangerous.

People are afraid and so they cluster with others they think they might most resemble or want to emulate. We lose ourselves in a role and then fall into worldly distraction to maybe never truly return to honestly revisit the self.