Written by: himynameisdead(Jacqueline Guerrero)
This story may have been written by my own hands,but it is not only mine. This story is ours,collectively. It is the story of the human condition.
because I know what the self is
I know what perception is
I know what it truly means to be human
and what all behavior is
why people do what they do
regardless of their situations
regardless of their biology
I know the commonalities in thought process we all share, and what our
biases are by understanding what leads us to think we are different
they appear to be vast, but in actuality, they can be attributed to one thing:
the brain grows through making connections, neural pathways, learning to track
patterns, and to develop schemas
the more times a person observes a particularly common pattern(or a pattern
under the threshold of JND,just noticeable difference, which is said to be a
1:10 ratio),
the stronger a connection in our mind grows, and the more strongly we
rely on that pattern
like a path in a forest
at first, it’s grassy, no road, no people, no footprints, kinda rough, and
definitely awkward
one person comes, looking for novelty
they walk that path once, there is a single trail of footprints.. not much, but
a slight impression has been made on the ground
every once and awhile that person deviates from their normal path, the
one other than the new one, to walk the same path because they found it
to be particularly soothing to escape the mundane when they are physically
feeling stressed out
after visiting the path repeatedly, the grass is increasingly worn down, and
you start to see the ground.. the path is more obviously a path
a few more start noticing the novelty of it, and start following that
path, too, at scattered intervals, while it became increasingly habitual to
the first person
the first person doesn’t know necessarily others are using that path
but it rapidly becomes the main path for that person, because they became
accustomed to resorting to it in times where they needed relief for stress.
the path itself took on a special meaning to them, and so, every time they
took that path, they felt.. happier, and less stressed, simply because it offered
this strange sense of security and comfort
other people just see it as a convenience, and don’t understand that it was
never technically an objective path.. PLACED there by God for their
convenience
they tend to think,”Hey, it’s the worn path, therefore it’s the proper one. It
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