An Adequate Balance between Skepticism and Broad-Mindedness.
Of course, these two are not mutually-excluding but where do I find that balance? Had I not had a conversation with the person whose opinion I value deeply, I would never even think being skeptical and questioning every-single-bloody-statement could be in some ways harmful and limiting.
On the other hand, had I not grew up an utter doubter, I would best likely have come out a widely naive piece of a woman trusting everything people say. So, when do we open the gate and let the walls disappear?
Developing a system of analysing incoming data could be handy in order to make sure that the ability to not blindly believe everything people say installed on your human hard drive and is all intact.
However, declining unknown — just because it comes across odd — could limit one’s knowledge and experience database.
What we want is a perfect balance of juggling an incoming knowledge and a life full of legit data without being scammed into anything dodgy while NOT living life in some perfect bubble of one’s personal trustworthy beliefs.
Nowadays, the colossal number of social trends shocks the youth and gives them a perfect chance to satisfy the need for belongingness. What by nature has always been an essential part of a human being human is vastly taken advantage of in current reality. The immense sectors of economy target people and their wallets without an understanding of psychological damage that comes along with all the perks of so-called satisfactory social acceptance.
Witnessing newbie believers blindly trying to prove, not even their point but the point of their tribe is devastating. Brainwashing these days took the whole thing to level 80 of some old-school Tetris game.
That is why, I will always question everything — be it veganism or psychedelic drugs. Listen to this: I remember myself having numerous conversations with people of different backgrounds about certain drugs and its effect. I was told, I was meant to feel this and that, the perception has been embodied. And here I am, doubting and calling it bullshit, as I was already programmed how to feel through these various conversations. They took my virginity without asking for permission. They took my chance to use this bloody drug and actually see for myself what it really does. They have also conveniently forgotten that the human brain is a miracle of its own kind. And perhaps, I repeat, this is only my assumption, it will react to a certain drug in its very ergonomic and personal way depending only on its current state.
The purpose of this rant is simple, and its bottom line comes down to some trivial but heavily abandoned notion — trust your guts, seek the truth, as TRUTH BE TOLD.
