2024-11-09
(This is entry 32 of #100DaysToOffload)
It seems that so much of life is about interpretation. There is a difference between knowledge of a problem, and the true realisation of it. Red-pilled is the Internet term to describe the event, I suppose. I can know that I am gaining weight, but there comes a moment at which I become clear in my head of what needs to be done to fix it. I can know I am socially awkward, but there is a definite moment at which I realise that I need to work on it. It is a sort of shifting of prorities that occurs not by evaluation of a list of potentialities, and which is the most desirable or most urgent, but rather a sort of mental clarity that comes like a bolt from the blue. A sudden realisation.
In fact, a lot of life is structured around this. There are mid-life crises, and quarter-life crises. There are sudden conversions to faith. It is not that there was not the sign of it occurring before; certainly, the thought was already there. At a certain point though, the interpretation changes. And something that was beforehand just an idea, a possibility, a consideration, now because the most important thing of all.
The joy is in looking back to the past, and realising all the things you missed because you were simply not looking at it right.