lately, the goose has been initiating philosophical conversations in the morning. You know how I feel about depth in conversation before my first pot of coffee. before the sun comes up. Mostly, I listen. I’m made to remember the younger version of myself. A time when there was much more black and white.
in our youth we are so convinced that we know what is true. Life tends to temper this knowledge. We are so quick to give people labels. To group people in the ways that we are alike and the ways we differ. There is comfort in believing that people can only color in the lines of the box that we put them in. To erase those lines would put us all on the same page. A scary proposition for some, especially in youth.
She often asks me what group I was in as a kid. The easy answer is I didn’t realize that there were clear groups of people until john hughes said it was so. I had no clue. In our youth we have a single perspective of the world. It is our own. It is formed by the limited experiences we have faced. Through these experiences we deem what is truth. Only more experiences can challenge that truth. Only if you let it. It can be threatening to have your truth challenged. It can be liberating to have your truth challenged. It can feel safe to hold on to your truth. To wring every last drop out of a given philosophical truth.
This doesn’t necessarily make you right.
It may just make you stubborn.E