What kind of title is that? A title from a person on Christmas Eve who’s not quite sober and not able to think of anything more clever.
We all have these beliefs of what is good, bad, right, wrong and I’ve come to believe our beliefs hardly ever stem from much truth or fact but instead the attachment to the idea.
The idea of family, friends, marriage, money, vacations, love, admiration, status, reputation, labels, you name it. It’s almost like a religion where you live by a teaching just because it’s part of the program. It’s what you’ve built your life upon so you have to defend and support its existence.
We’re more in love with the idea instead of actually believing in these ideas. Our actions show how much we really believe in the importance of these ideas and the actions hardly ever match the words. We only believe in these ideas cause it makes us feel better about our lives. Gives us something to live by and live for. Any half ass analyzation of these ideas would lead you to the truth which is these ideas are usually BS. We’re humans though. We have the ability to lie to ourselves and block out any truth that might make us feel bad about our existence. We’re too afraid to hurt our own feelings.