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Thursday, 11 February 2016

The Four Worlds of a Human Being


Perhaps it is my fascination of the unknown, the aspects in life that cannot be proven, but only exist due to theory and belief, that my ‘mild’ obsession with Astrology came to be.
I love theories, mostly the ones that have many arrows pointing to yes but will forever be a ‘what if’. They make you think.
 
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I am quite surprised I haven’t written more posts on this topic. I guess I didn’t want to scare you off (it often has that affect on people). But I am extremely fascinated by the ideas of astrology, so much so, I actually got a tattoo of the symbols of the elements on my chest.

I’m not going to ramble on about how I am a Scorpio, a water element and reflect the deeply emotional traits associated with that sign. Instead, I’m going to tell you about a thought I had while watching American Horror Story: Freak Show.

Elsa, the ring leader, was talking to an obese lady, a lady who adores food and says, “you are a lover of the physical world”. It got me thinking: what about the other worlds?            
There is supposedly 4 components/worlds of being a human: emotional, physical, mental and spiritual world. It made me wonder; are we partly a lover of one world more than the others? Is there one component where we truly find we belong the most? I know for a fact, I am emotional, and love all things that have emotional meaning behind it. The world of emotions and emotional creativity is where I find I mostly exist; where I am happy.

I then began to wonder, is the component/world where one finds themselves completely random or does it have a pattern, like Astrology, for instance. Could one’s astrological sign and element determine where they exist the most? I know water signs are emotional (as f**k). Feeling is what water signs do best; the good and the bad. We are empathetic, we understand and relate and help the world in our own way (if we don’t get consumed by our own emotions of course). We also look to creating; writing, painting or drawing, anything to inspire and erect feelings in others.

Then could Earth signs and their analytical nature and tendencies to over-think, exist mostly in the mental side of things? What would the world do without their rationality and obsessions with getting the facts?

Could fire signs and their ‘act first, think later’ attitude likely make them a physical person? An adventurer? A lover of the physical world?

I haven’t quite figured out Air’s deal but I imagine they often dwell in the spiritual side of things. Perhaps these are the dreamers, the philosophers, the leaders to the unknown.

Before I finish before you send me off to seek professional help, like Astrology that I believe in, I always admit the entire concept is likely to only be a theory and may be completely false. But it can’t help but make you wonder and the coincidences often make you think. And there are always exceptions.   

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Finding Yourself


The term ‘finding myself’ never used to make sense to me. I’d see people declare that as an excuse to break up, on movies or whilst overhearing conversations between adults. As a child, and even a teenager, this confused me. You were yourself. Did you lose your body? How did you not know who you were when you were you?

I thought I knew myself. I thought I would never use that phrase in my life. I liked lasagna. My favorite movie is Easy A. I liked old music. I wished I lived in the ‘roaring twenties’. What more could I possibly need to learn about myself?

The irony is that while this expression confused the hell out of me, I was floating from phase to phase, trying to be different people before realizing it didn’t suit me, then moving on to the next person. In year 7 I desperately tried to be like Bella from Twilight. Okay, this phase derived from my obsession with Edward and somehow coming to the belief that if I acted and looked like Bella, he would find me. In the middle of summer I wore jeans, long sleeve shirts, a plain (and ugly) headband, and even went to the extent of pasting my olive skin with baby powder in order to go paler. I deprived myself of running around in the sun, going to the beach, and doing all things outdoors (which I love), for 3 whole days in order to be like Bella. I soon found my loud, enthusiastic and hyperactive nature did not suit her and moved on, although with a broken heart.

My next phase was being Blair Waldorf from Gossip Girl for almost the entire eighth grade. I purchased headbands, wore only skirts and dresses, and even tried acting like Blair. I sat up straight, barely ate, convinced myself I loved Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and even behaved like an uptight bitch despite living in ‘the hood’ of Perth. I realized my friends weren’t too keen on this new person and it eventually faded, becoming nothing more than one of my many phases.

Other phases included a short gothic phase, a surfy phase a brief Kendall Jenner phase and hundreds more. It wasn’t until I finished high school that I realized I barely knew who I was. And it wasn’t just the phases that made my perception murky. It was the influences from my peers in high school too.

I was influenced to do what was cool, and to internalize the things I did that were deemed un-cool. In high school, I don’t doubt less than ten percent of people knew who they were, or even acted like their true selves. It was finishing high school, when I no longer spent every day with everyone, spent my days alone, that I realized I had no idea who I was. Everyone was going off to University, but I didn’t even have a clue what I wanted to do with my life.

I understand the phrase and feel bad for those who say it, because 9/10 times those who do, feel lost, and have absolutely no idea where to start. But at the same time, finding yourself is a great experience and it’s amazing once you do. Although some realize they don’t quite like who they are. Not going to lie, I felt this way at more than one point too.

I realized I was selfish. I was lazy. I believed in fate because I didn’t want to make my own. I couldn’t stick around for people when things got tough. I was a giver-upper.

But I’m also kind and empathetic. I’m funny. I’m a dreamer with an imagination. I’m open-minded. And I could finally be these things that I was without judgment from my peers. I could enhance these qualities, and simmer my poor ones. It takes a lot for someone to admit their flaws. Some people think too highly of themselves to look at themselves negatively. But it’s the only way you’ll truly know yourself.

Now I’m more than just my favorite movies and music. I’m ambitions. Goals. Values. Events. Experiences. Good qualities. And Bad too. Mixed up into a soul I know quite well. A soul I may even consider one of my best friends.