Hello all and welcome back.
All festivities aside, time to get back to business ’round here. That means, a new day, a new post.
I want to tell you a little about growing up and about changing views. I’m sure I won’t be rediscovering America here, but while I showered today I came to realize something about myself. I also realized something about quite a few people I know, and I thought it would be an interesting thing to share and discuss on this very place.
When I was young. Really young. 13 years old kind of young, I used to know without a shadow of a doubt that all gay people were disgusting. All they did was have anal sex with each other, and if you weren’t careful, they’d turn you gay too and you’d have some hard time sitting down.
When I was just a tad older, I knew for certain that Arabs wanted me dead and they smelled bad.
When I was finally turning 18 and developed something that began to resemble intelligence, I knew for a fact that the Arabs were exactly the same as me and that, in fact, all they wanted was to live in peace with me and my buddies. I also had the crazy idea that gays might be people who loved and wanted to be accepted in a society that saw them as anything but normal.
As I grew up, I knew a lot of other things. I knew that religious people are the most trustworthy ones around. Then I knew the opposite. I knew that socialism was the best system and then I knew that Capitalism is the only realistic way. I knew that there was no chance for peace in the middle east and I knew that there’s no choice but making peace everywhere.
But the one thing that I always knew to be true was that, when I grow up, I will KNOW. because you know, life experience, perspective and all that jazz.
Now we come to that shower I took and with it the realization.
Most of the people I know, used to have a lot of doubts growing up. Judging by my conversations and sometimes debates, I see that as they age, they become more certain in what they know to be fact, or true. Debates are pointless as they have lived enough, seen enough to KNOW. So even if I come with a well constructed argument, they won’t let anything penetrate the bulletproof truth they know to be fact.
With me, however, it seems like the more I live, with life experience, the more I doubt. The more I don’t know things to be true. I don’t know if it’s simply the abundance and accessibility of information or something about my personality, but if you ask me if I’m completely certain of anything, I can tell you with a great deal of confidence – absolutely maybe!
And you know what? I think it’s better this way. What kind of dark place this world would be if we had no doubt? Not to mention boring.
What do you know? Feel free to share.