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Ha2aoo

Do you guys know what happens inside the brain when try to convince yourself and believe in things that by definition are unnatural to you?

Imagine a security gate at the entrance of your brain, which stops every incoming idea/value/theory/rule/analysis of situations/decisions... etc before it enters to question it and see where it fits within the natural classification of the brain. By natural classification, i'll assume that your brain already has different rooms for what you like and believe in, what you can accept but prefer not to be involved in, and what you can't absolutely acknowledge and others as needed

So what happens is, that security gate sorts out which incoming go to which room. So far that sounds well and good, but what happens is, sometimes while an idea is roaming freely in your brain, it meets a certain "analysis of situation" which belong to a different room. They chat for a while and move on each to their designated place.

Bardo 3adi, even if these two are contradicting, they just chat, either argue and each insist on its position or they broaden your horizon and allow you to be less judgemental and more tolerant. It's like Ahly and Zamalek fans watching a match between al-itihad al-eskandari and 3'azl el ma7ala**. They don't get into their own issues, they just talk general stuff.

The issue I'm talking about is when the Ahly and Zamalek fans are watching an Ahly and Zamalek match. i.e. An idea/core value that you've always had, has an argument with an oath you made/thought you came up with after a situation. And an decision is born, a deranged, misformed, mutated decision who was not supposed to have existed in the first place because its very unnatural to you.

Got the picture? I'll assume you said yes :)
Well, good.

So what happens then? Papa"core values" and mama"oath/thought/analysis" fight over the decision. Each has valid reasons why the decision should be with them and is ready to fight battles to get decision to their side. And that's exactly what happens, a war inside your brain where the trip of papa and mama are all involved.

You start re-examining every single unit of your brain, be it a value that you were raised to which you now question its degree of validity and why you've taken it for granted , be it an opinion that you have formulated after what appeared to be a long and thorough examination of the facts and circumstances which you don't even trust now, or be it just an idea you applied out of convinience and social considerations. You tear the whole place down and start re-questioning brick by brick which is absurd ,of course, considering cause how would you know which are the right questions and what is "right" anyway.

The romantics might say the solution is simple "follow your heart, it will light the way", while the pragmatist will say "it's only after chaos that order is born". To both you people out there, I bow with respect, but say "ha2aoo"

Comments

Mohammad said…
What an analysis!
Cookie said…
Nice analysis ya Zeww.
And this is how we have a confused state of mind, being indecisive and torn apart.
I wish it was much easier than that :)

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