I read somewhere: the world is like a painting, our existence the penciled outlines and our lives the coloring. The canvas, the substratum everything is painted upon.
Sitting in any group of people we begin to see ourselves as different, not so much by physical characteristics, but something that appears more fundamental. If we were sitting say with a group of villagers. They may not differentiate so much between us and someone else of similar background. But what is this background, do we see it the same as others see it ?
Whatever it is, the background seems first, a consequence of what our parents were. We carried it forward, gradually making choices ourselves: our occupation, friends, people, surroundings. Ultimately, did we become as we wanted to be? No. Wouldn't you agree ?
For we're free to choose how to act, but we live with the consequences. For every act of ours, something more than our own actions makes the result. We try taking these extraneous factors into account, attempting to control the outcome. Is it only a matter then of time and experience before we gain control of our life?
By the time we learn enough though, our life moves on. We're different players, and the rules of the game are changed for us. In this time, our background has begun to form; a coloring within the outlines in the painting, visible to anyone who cares to look.
How would we want our color to be ? There is no good answer except that since we're in the game, and a part of this painting for reasons we have no idea about. We'd best do what we can to move this game on. Not be the one to attract attention or concern of whatever the larger cause of this whole play is.
Is there lying in the hollow of our minds something predetermined about us. Inevitably making our fates ?
And our free will? Isn't that about a freedom to listen to our own minds, sometimes sound and sometimes just whimsical?
Thank you
Sitting in any group of people we begin to see ourselves as different, not so much by physical characteristics, but something that appears more fundamental. If we were sitting say with a group of villagers. They may not differentiate so much between us and someone else of similar background. But what is this background, do we see it the same as others see it ?
Whatever it is, the background seems first, a consequence of what our parents were. We carried it forward, gradually making choices ourselves: our occupation, friends, people, surroundings. Ultimately, did we become as we wanted to be? No. Wouldn't you agree ?
For we're free to choose how to act, but we live with the consequences. For every act of ours, something more than our own actions makes the result. We try taking these extraneous factors into account, attempting to control the outcome. Is it only a matter then of time and experience before we gain control of our life?
By the time we learn enough though, our life moves on. We're different players, and the rules of the game are changed for us. In this time, our background has begun to form; a coloring within the outlines in the painting, visible to anyone who cares to look.
How would we want our color to be ? There is no good answer except that since we're in the game, and a part of this painting for reasons we have no idea about. We'd best do what we can to move this game on. Not be the one to attract attention or concern of whatever the larger cause of this whole play is.
Is there lying in the hollow of our minds something predetermined about us. Inevitably making our fates ?
And our free will? Isn't that about a freedom to listen to our own minds, sometimes sound and sometimes just whimsical?
Thank you