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Zephir
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In today’s world of personal development and in nineteenth-century philosophy, there has been a defense of the romantic idea of the thinker, the ‘virtuous’ one.
A confusion of productive solitude, if we can call it that. Isolation, confused with unsociability, is the burning of a bridge to sanity, to the world. Humans need that bounce-back effect, they need their ideas, frustrations, and existence to be in contact with other minds.
By this, I don’t mean that humans can’t isolate themselves; in fact, I believe it’s right to isolate oneself to build something beautiful. What isn’t right is eliminating social relationships and calling that isolation, that’s antisocial behavior.
A few months ago, I finished my five-year degree at the university. The young me, driven by idealism and a misinterpretation of Nietzsche’s ideal of the Übermensch, severed all previous relationships, isolated myself to study, and cut myself off from social life as well. I thought I had made friends at the university, but it was merely a means to an end.
Facing the rain after that five-year storm, I could see a horizon, the vast ocean, vast, clear of its mist, empty, with no one there. I have no one, and I also feel guilty for abandoning those people.
I only have my mom and dad, but no friends from school or college, no girlfriend, and no close relationships.
That was the price I had to pay for my stupidity.
I hope this helps someone before it’s too late.
A confusion of productive solitude, if we can call it that. Isolation, confused with unsociability, is the burning of a bridge to sanity, to the world. Humans need that bounce-back effect, they need their ideas, frustrations, and existence to be in contact with other minds.
By this, I don’t mean that humans can’t isolate themselves; in fact, I believe it’s right to isolate oneself to build something beautiful. What isn’t right is eliminating social relationships and calling that isolation, that’s antisocial behavior.
A few months ago, I finished my five-year degree at the university. The young me, driven by idealism and a misinterpretation of Nietzsche’s ideal of the Übermensch, severed all previous relationships, isolated myself to study, and cut myself off from social life as well. I thought I had made friends at the university, but it was merely a means to an end.
Facing the rain after that five-year storm, I could see a horizon, the vast ocean, vast, clear of its mist, empty, with no one there. I have no one, and I also feel guilty for abandoning those people.
I only have my mom and dad, but no friends from school or college, no girlfriend, and no close relationships.
That was the price I had to pay for my stupidity.
I hope this helps someone before it’s too late.
