The human being is a social creature, we all feel the need to communicate with other people; being that any kind, family, friends, or just some stranger on the streets. The fact is that we all need to talk to someone, even hermits feel the need. Maybe they talk to imaginary friends or trick their minds so they can “talk” to walls or non speaking creatures like animals or plants.
Today I had my first class at school about psychology. Although actually the teacher taught philosophy… It’s a long story I’ll tell on another time. Watching how google+ manages their circles plus the book the teacher told us to read, I kind of had an idea about the meaning of life…. Well, no, I’m kidding. I actually had an idea that might support the Why do we are actually us? (I weird question don’t really think I spelled right).
That question is important. We are people, we are animals that can think, communicate and keep the knowledge through time. So, you are alive. You have been growing up since birth, you have been a baby, a child, an adolescent, maybe now an adult. Imagine life, not as a soul that we have inside, but as something else, something we are, not something we have.
Imagine your world, your family, your friends, your coworker, your school, anything. You have a story you could tell. Now, imagine the same thing, but about your best friend. Imagine his/her memories, family pictures, coworkers, relationships. Now imagine the time that the two worlds touched each other, remember when you meet your friends. Now imagine your life as a circle, imagine everybody has a circle they can twist, break, move around, or anything they’d like to.
That is what this idea is about. Your life is a circle, her life is one too, their lives are more circles too. Each circle has a lot of surrounding circles, people you ve met, people you see every day, and maybe people who had met you that you don’t remember…
Each person has it own circle, each person see the world in a different way because its circle is different enough to change that reality. That is why everybody is unique, because each one of us has a past, a present, each one of us has a story to tell, and I hope most of the people at certain age will be able to tell their stories, share them with their known one.
Doesn’t the world become more and more cultured with more art, literature and creativity, would not be the world more cultured if everybody tell its story, its failures, its happy moments, its crushes and the now funny troubles it got on…?
