Constructs

Seemingly, to be free, one must become enslaved. If one has no self-control, no discipline, then one may feel free to do what one pleases but can become slave to addictions and the undesirable consequences of actions. If one does have self-control, then one could see oneself as free of the consequences that would result otherwise, but a slave to discipline, of constraints.

Even if one has the freedom to decide, one is not free of the consequences.

Perhaps this paradox results because we’re trying to fit a preconceived conception to reality. Perhaps freedom is made up, or a state of mind, or a made up state of mind. An idea, a construct much like any other idea.

It’s like an ocean that doesn’t exist, yet you’re swimming in it… or at least trying to swim in it.

Or maybe, in the case of freedom, it’s merely a case of having to sacrifice freedom of one thing to gain freedom of another, and perhaps there is no absolute freedom.

But constructs in general—shaping our reality, binding and constraining us.

Mattering and not mattering, meaning and no meaning, purpose and no purpose—all at the same time.

Maybe they (concepts like purpose) don’t exist but inside our minds, and outside our minds there’s no such thing as any of it. And so it seems like a paradox when you try to think outside of it; the constructs don’t necessarily apply to what really is on the outside, outside of our minds so to say, outside of ourselves. Because they’re not actually real; they’re constructs.

When something seems like a paradox, maybe it really isn’t a paradox. Maybe it just seems that way because there are constructs and then there’s reality, and our constructs don’t necessarily directly correlate with reality.

So basically, all this shit isn’t real, but we think that it is. And then when we try to reconcile it with the outside, with reality, it seems like a paradox. But the truth is it’s just a construct, bro.

How do you escape them, the constructs? Would you want to? Maybe life would be better without them. Maybe it would be worse, or at least less convenient, or just not like it is today. Or maybe no one could understand you, and you’d have no opinions. Maybe you wouldn’t even exist. Dude, what if we’re all constructs? Omg none of us are real.

I think in a way, we kind of are constructs. We perceive ourselves and others in a certain way and… I think perceptions and constructs are correlated.

In conclusion, what’s real? Do I exist?? Do you??? Ahhhh.