What is Blog 5?
There is a person who lives in the world. They wake up but don’t get up. Then, they go to school, where they be with no one. Then, they perform tasks which all include hiding from others. Then, they go home. This person isn’t very identifiable. What makes this person their own person? Identity is complicated because it’s not clear what it really is. I often wonder two things: is one’s identity defined by society? Is it defined by themselves? Philosophical books, such as the Alchemist or Siddhartha, seem to agree with the latter. In fact, they seem to completely disregard the importance of society, prioritize individuality, and portray common people as inherently worse than the ones who reach enlightenment. I personally find it a bit immature to have such a superiority complex and disregard the importance of community in ones identity. It surprises me because from personal experience, I hate society. I hate community. I hate these things becaus...