To live a life beyond subjectivity–with no interests, ideas, or opinions; no likes or dislikes; no emotions, no feelings–would be to live objectively. But would I really want that? I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the little things in life–the pattern a stream of light from the window creates on the wall, the sounds of the crickets amidst the silence, the cool air against my skin, the weight of a pen in my hand… even this sadness that seems to come from somewhere deep within.
My likes, my dislikes, my responses–they are what make my world, what make my reality my reality. To like, to love, can bring me joy. And there can be something wonderful, something moving, about feeling other emotions, like sadness, too.
I don’t know everything. Perhaps there is something beyond my perceptions. But as for now, I will choose to feel and to accept that I am human and that my life experience is an influence of my ever-shifting perspectives.