
i'm gonna start new tag (or entry series) with sharing my own thoughts on here because i realized i don't give a fuck if i have yet to transfer all my thoughts from my physical journal and chatgpt, i can just do it
so enjoy or whatever.
i feel so jealous of other people solving mazes and logic puzzles, because i always give up after how many times i tried until i gave up and searched up for the answer
ugh man i feel so stupid
i guess this just proves my point that i'm neurodivergent
how can my brain solve easily questions of deeper level but not recognize what's stopping me from solving a simple problem like this?
i don't get how didn't i realize it's a design's problem?
is it because i wanted to get it right? maybe to prove something to myself? was i focused on winning within the system and not questioning it?
is this a reason why i wrestle with the system of the world? i mean i do question it often but in cry for solution
how do i actually find the solution? it must be simple just as it was in the maze
honestly i have a love hate relationship with logic and puzzles like these, when i solve them i feel superior, i feel like i solved world's first problem, but when i don't i just see no way out and i give up, and i HATE giving up, but i don't know if giving up to seek answers is better than not giving up and try to find answers on my own... it's like humility vs pride, and while i want to be humble and to humble myself, i still never want to give up
i also feel so relieved yet again stupid when i find out the answer wasn't that difficult, and before that i know that it isn't, i always believe in simple answers, but i hate when they are right in front of my nose and i'm just blind, because i love to be awake in the world and aware, yet i also don't know if that's too prideful
maybe i have problems with control.... because i want to change the world so bad and i cannot find the solution for it because it's right in front of my eyes, maybe it's to work on my controlling behavior
maybe i don't need to give up on fixing the world, i can just start on trying to do what i'm currently capable of, and that is to heal myself
though there's also fear of failing others... i mean i am not afraid to leave people that do not help me in the relationship with me, and that only wish to keep me for themselves... because they themselves need to understand that letting go is loving, as much as it sounded corny
i'm just afraid of betraying myself, through betraying others, but i know i never betrayed ones that i had to abandon to preserve myself
it's just that i need to go through it so i could write an essay about it, i need to feel it on my skin in order to come to a realization, this is just memorizing the theory, just knowing what's ahead of you, blurry but at least knowing, but feeling it on your skin is clarity, it is when you write that answer on the paper, not because you memorized it, but because you had intuition that answer was the only right one and you simply know it by feeling
it's just about the knowledge of pain that knife can inflict and that it is dangerous, so some avoid it at all costs, but when it actually inflicts pain, you don't know it anymore, you don't wish it upon anyone but still want to get more stabbing by that knife in order to be sure how to teach others about it, and it's painful, it's even more painful when others don't understand you how dangerous it is, but you cannot make them understand because they need to endure it first hand, but your moral also screams at you to not let them do it
it's because i know that i am going to endure that stabbing again, but yet again i don't know how much it will hurt, yet i still want to experience it because it is inevitable, because pain in learning lessons is inevitable
and yes there is a dilemma between responsibility and knowledge... i may have written an essay that is titled "i wish to see the knowledge" but now i wish to write an essay titled "i wish to see enduring", but i know that i will need that knife many times in order to write that essay just like i wrote "i wish to see the knowledge", but i also know it is blurry how much it will hurt, how much it will cost, what must i sacrifice to write this essay
but again i know that i don't know, so i must surrender (but not give up) and ask: is trying to know about future lessons an obsession? is claiming "to know the knife will stab again" pride? because humility is to know that you don't know everything
i don't know why but writing has always been easier when fueled by knowledge of one's history, experience that is endured, i never could memorize anything, for example i never could write good essays about kafka's metamorphosis, or any book that i have (not) read
it may be because i have not read it, or because i have forgotten the storyline, or because i simply was not interested, but even if i tried, i'm now giving example for history because it was one of my favourite classes, for example if i tried to write an essay about history of feminism, i would write a solid essay, but it wouldn't be as good or satisfying as "i wish to see the knowledge" was...