I have always been interested in the different ways people around me frame their worlds. Naturally, there are as many frameworks as there are people, but some very general trends can be observed. I have encountered those with little self-doubt; those who have never really questioned their actions (let alone the consequences of their actions); those who are perfectly happy living what I would call a rather mundane life. Their life is not for me, and mine not for them. I am more at home among those who are rather prone to self-reflection, who at times question the meaning of their lives, the worth of their contributions, the strength of their character, and the relative significance of their actions. Ironically, while the latter group seems the most prolific, most productive, and the one most likely to leave a legacy, they are the ones susceptible to an occasional (or maybe frequent) bout of self-doubt. The former, they are getting along just fine, raising their kids, tending their gardens, watching their shows.
One life is not better than the other. It is not the moral validity of the two camps that interests me, but the anthropological features of each. To live a life and never really consider the deeper meaning of it, to have it simplified to the rudimentary actions and reactions, to not have the intrinsic urge to seek anything beyond face value… Or, from the other side, to consistently reach for meaning, set goals, compare and contrast, strive, seek, create, and to pay for that journey with periodical wondering of whether what we’re doing is enough, worthy, substantial…
And yet neither life is not immune from grief, loss, and pain; it is simply processed by its inhabitants on a different level. At the end of the day, we are all pretty much the same: seeking pleasure and trying to avoid pain the best way we know how.
Most days, we simply look at each other and wonder how the other side lives.