Life is about Awareness
— Wikipedia, Pale Blue Dot Revisited, 2020
Some say we're never meant to grow up I'm sure they never knew enough Some say we're better off without Knowing what life is all about
— Sum 41, Some Say
Is Telepathy Love?
Have you ever looked someone so deep in the eyes, you think you can read their thoughts and feel their emotions? And you are convinced it's the same for them? But you can't ask them in the moment since you know that this would destroy the moment; a moment so delicate, you're afraid you might miss it forever when it has passed? A moment that can pass in the blink of an eye? But also, you don't want to ask them since—as mentioned—you feel like you don't have to since they can read your thoughts. And when both of you smile, it's like smiling at an ephemeral inside joke that no one else would get?
So you just sit there, looking each other in the eyes, silently enjoying this intimate moment, blissfully (un)aware that this moment might be gone as fast as it came; but this is part of the magic?
Isn't this basically what telepathy is about? Yes, it doesn't scale, you need to be emotionally close and you probably need a lot of face reading skills but still: it feels like telepathy would feel, no? Like hearing the voice of the other person in your head? And who said that telepathy would be easy? And shouldn't require such things? I don't know, maybe someone did. I am just making things up as I write.
I am not sure if I ever had a moment in such intensity that made me contemplate telepathy1, but I would say I was made aware that something like this should be possible. I might have gotten a glimpse of it. And knowing it might indeed be possible (and isn't just wishful thinking) scares me.
What if I never get the chance to experience this? Can I say I experienced life in full if I didn't? Isn't this what life is about?
You might think I describe love but I don't think I am. Maybe I don't want to describe love since I don't want life to be about love. Wouldn't that be too simple? What is love anyway?
As far as I can tell, love is just a chemical reaction in our brains that is nature's path of least resistance to make us reproduce and care for our children. It's part of our programming as a species that evolved to find strength in numbers and each individual is helpless alone in comparison. And when the goal was achieved, it might be gone as fast as it came.
But it might also get replaced by something else. Which we probably also call "love" but I think it's something else. We don't have words for it. We only have movies, stories, images and shared moments for it. I probably have no idea what I am talking about. But who expected I would have?
A Perfect Life Doesn't Exist
In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... a broken heart is fixed In a perfect world... I'd see no therapist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick
— Billy Talent, Perfect World
In a perfect world This could never happen In a perfect world You’d still be here
— Simple Plan, Perfect World
I know German has a word for what comes before love: "verliebt sein"2. It's when we see everything through "rose-colored glasses". Not sure if that translates well into English. The best translation I found was this: "to have stars in one's eyes". It's the phase when all you can see is a perfect person that you want to be with forever and you're convinced that's all you ever want and need. Not realizing that there is no such thing as perfect and being perfect is inherently not what we want, need and definitely not what we deserve. We want to have flaws, we want to have challenges. If we're honest and not deluded, we don't want things to be perfect since that would be boring as hell. If everything's perfect, what's left to do or love live for? If everything's perfect, would we even have "perfect" as a word? Would there be a concept of "perfect"? Would it be better to not have one?
So "verliebt sein" comes before "Liebe" but is that it? Is there nothing that comes after? Is this all there is? A chemical reaction? No magic like telepathy?
As mentioned, I think there is but we just also call it "love". Just like we call basically any relationship with strong emotions we can't explain "love" even though we know they aren't the same thing. The love between parents and their children is a different kind of love than what a couple feels that only has been together for a few months and hasn't understood what it means to accept each other's flaws yet. It's something different than a couple that never had a fight and never contemplated breaking up. It's a different kind of love that platonic friends can feel for each other.
But we still call all of these things "love"? Makes sense? Is this part of life? Or even what life is about? To have things that don't make sense and everyone can make up their own minds about these things?
But maybe it's just about being aware of these things. To be aware that we could make up our own minds but we don't have to. To be aware that we could do the same thing we did yesterday but we don't have to; no matter if we hate or love it. It's funny if that's it. It feels simple to think about but being aware all the time is not.
It's empowering though: If that's it, all I have to do while I walk all the way to the store to grab my iced coffee is to be aware that I don't really want to drink it because I am aware I just want to drink it because that's what I did yesterday (or a few days ago); we're creatures of habit; iced coffee became unintentionally a part of my life and I convinced myself that I am going to be so happy when I drink it.
Life is about being aware that we do things we don't really want to.
All I have to do is to be aware that what I am actually doing is living life on autopilot because it's easier. I try to convince myself that it's simply my vice, there are a lot of worse vices I could have and there isn't much else to it, right? Not much to think about, right?
Just grab your damn iced coffee and go on with your life! Don't think about it too much, you're just making it harder than it has to be. Do it, I know you want to do it.
While I think picking the smaller version is some kind of compromise between the part of myself that doesn't want to take control of my life and the part that wants to take back control, I am still ignoring that I walked all the way here without even being sure if I want to buy a damn iced coffee. And having walked all the way to the store to buy nothing is worse than just buying the small version, right? No?
No! Picking the smaller version is no different than picking the larger version since I don't want either if I am being honest with myself. Picking the smaller version is just another way to accept that unawareness is easier. To accept that there is something I should be aware of but I don't want to be. Live is already hard, let's not make it harder, right?
I am a person that drinks iced coffee because the sugar in it tastes good; it's something I can hold as if holding a cup of iced coffee gives me security in life and I like to look around and observe people and pretend that I have it all figured out and they haven't while I drink it; blissfully (un)aware of the contradiction in my hands.
But at least I am aware of it, right?