is language your reality or is reality your language?
my beliefs and thoughts are my reality; language to me is one of many tools to experience “my world” and express such experiences.
i do not doubt though that language can shape your reality to a certain extent as the phrase language does not only include your external but also your internal conversations and commentary, and i furthermore believe that a more conscious usage of these can influence your personal reality (to a positive degree) if you are willing not just to adopt negative thoughts, thinking habits and motivations without reflecting on them, but turning them from something repressive to something assertive.
but that is a very limited answer compared to the extent it could have if i was to debate with you on linguistic relativity, may it be for a single individual or even a whole group of people. it is a highly interesting subject nevertheless. thank you for the question.
If we all lived for an eternity, will all our dreams come true?
honestly, i plain and simply fail to comprehend a life of eternity. it even makes me feel a little anxious. i am very fond of (our) reality - a constant coming to life and dying, a beginning and an end. i would not want to live an eternity even if it means sacrificing one dream for another, prioritizing, failing.
wether one would achieve all they have dreamed of when they live for an eternity? i do not know. i doubt it. in order to achieve your dreams one has to be able to make certain decisions, fail, reflect, learn from mistakes, retry. too many people lack those abilities. and too many people aim for too much rather than being satisfied with what they got and what is beautiful.
could you imagine entering a sexual relationship with another woman?
given that i am in a relationship, and given that i committed to this relationship, because i love and do not imagine myself on any other human beings side, and given that my partner is not female: no.
apart from that, i hope you can forgive that my sexual preferences are my private affairs.
i went to the metropolitan museum of art today. i got lost in the greek sculpture rooms. and one figure, in particular, grabbed my attention. it was a boy's torso- the limbs and the head no longer attached- but there was something strange and off-putting about the position of the abdomen in relation to the chest; at an obtuse angle. the placard suggested that it might have been a depiction of a boy trying to flee the arrows of the gods. really quite amazing. i'm not sure how long i stood there.
i like you for sharing that without any previous conversation – i felt this was worth posting.
“the biggest illusion of human beings is that they claim to know themselves.
the self is merely a portrayal that emerges from the depths of our presence to which we have no entry. thus self-delusion serves inner stability.
– it is not that we see ourselves as we want to see ourselves, but as we are able to bear ourselves. there are deep conflicts in each and every one of us that one could not endure if it were not for the gift of being able to secede from oneself.”—prof. doc. gerhard roth
“now enter that silence. this is the surest way to lose yourself.
what is your life about, anyway? —
nothing but a struggle to be someone, nothing but a running from your own silence.”—rumi, in the arms of the beloved
cuddling with my little, giggling child in bed, the sound of brewing coffee in the background and its smell slowly joining in to the subtle turpentine savour coming from the downstairs atelier, in which my husband’s been painting long before i even spared a thought about leaving this most beautiful place in the world.
if you hoped for a less romantic but more specific answer concerning my career and the like i’m afraid i don’t want to give it and it bores me beyond belief. i don’t know what i’ll end up doing for a living, though i know that it will be artistic, because i never chose anything else as an option to me, or where i live et cetera perge, perge, for all i know is that it will be with the person i love and children if life chooses to gift me that.