yep, everything seems to be paradoxical or to be a huge PARADOX.
Also, it seems that for more than a week now this word – paradox – is my favorite one, or better said I use it excessively or is it cause I am really dealing only with paradoxical situation?
Firstly let’s try to define this magical word and than correlate it with happenings.
“A paradox is a statement or group of statements that leads to a contradiction or a situation which defies intuition; or, it can be an apparent contradiction that actually expresses a non-dual truth (cf. Koan, Catuskoti). Typically, either the statements in question do not really imply the contradiction, the puzzling result is not really a contradiction, or the premises themselves are not all really true or cannot all be true together. The word paradox is often used interchangeably with contradiction. Often, mistakenly, it is used to describe situations that are ironic.”
A country that doesn’t care about the others, that doesn’t know too much about the “outside” is a powerful one. It’s the case of America – the most powerful power, and the paradox of paradoxes. (to be continued…) Also, it is the country that we love to hate…or we hate to love?:)
We have TECHNOLOGY. PCs, cell phones – smartphones, internet…
By definition it was supposed to ease our life, our world. But… in a paradoxical way…or am I using it wrong? Is it the irony that made us the slaves of technology? It’s not saving our life, maybe sometimes…but most of the time it complicates our life instead of simplifying it. We loose time. We are disturbed. We cannot talk with others without being disturbed by the ringing of the phone or we cannot enjoy our time without getting an email…
And… we cannot sign out, or close our phones either… we are not powerful enough…
The thing that started to make me wonder about paradoxes was the fact that I was leaving Germany (and many things that I read about America, globalisation, etc. stuff for my university degree).
But, the feelings of leaving something behind, that I was anxious to leave, that I didn’t really enjoy, because the long winter..and boredom, started to be paradoxical. Actually I already talked about feelings of leaving… all the things that u leave behind, all the new friends that u loose, all the things that u got used to. I missed that room that I hated for being so empty and making me feel so alone. Now I miss being alone in that room that made me feel confy in a way…
I miss that routine that drove me mad.
Or are this the feelings that make us being the unfulfilled humans that we are?