I would be wrong to say that for as many years as humans have been on this earth, they’ve figured out nothing.
They have proven through research that their kind lives in its own self-interest, that it is afraid to uncover its true self and share the results with the other fellow creatures; that the probability of getting hurt in the end will cross out any motivation for humans to venture into that territory because it might lead to failure, and heaven forbid they fail.
They have proven through research that people tend to fall ill more dramatically from psychological stress rather than the physical, and can become manipulated to follow the crowd in order to feel a sense of belonging. People crave an invisible safety cocoon of approval from others to survive this tough, cold world.
Let us not get disappointed with the human race for being so afraid of the truth or the unknown. It is encoded in their DNA, it is a balancing act and a survival instinct to protect the self.
What I am more interested in understanding is what exactly makes people take the chance to challenge those instincts; to go in the tunnel, knowing that one might not get out alive? What is the force that gives humans enough ammunition against fear? What elements make up the courage to learn and face the truth about themselves and their environment and eventually, hopefully, to accept it, or make amends?
What I will say next is open to interpretation and criticism for sounding idealistic. And whatever that may entail, I choose not to fight that argument. Because if seeing beauty is deemed idealistic, then let me take the trophy for that experience; our world is a spectrum of extremes and those experiences are all small dots on the range.
I cannot find a word to describe the cause or pinpoint the answers for questions I stated above because sometimes the best moments in life cannot be explained by words; those moments can be complex yet subtle, last for a nano-second and never resurface, like Atlantis. Sometimes they aren’t even felt; they just happen.
One of the by-products of such moments, in my eyes, is vaguely referred to as “beautiful friendship” in the dry, crisp psychoanalysis books that collect dust on library shelves. It is a term, an act with blurred lines and a couple hundred covenants attached to it, such as “must build each other and pass it on,” “must act for two if the other’s energy has been compromised,” “must uphold unconditional trust for each other without any public announcement of,” etc, etc. But those are the covenants that we wrote, with four hands and one pen, often times without comparables, without a legal system or a public opinion.
I don’t think it was rooted in love, Buddhist philosophies or our parents’ teenage dreams. I think it was more profound and interesting than anything earthly.
Most of us can agree that our time is precious, and the best investment one can make is in a worthy person. How one uncovers that person, I think, is by going against our human limitations and fears to establish a meaningful connection and trust. Thank you for doing that for me (stock), (you) Warren Buffett.
Congratulations, you have just been nominated for a “not normal human” award. I’m not sure if one can feel 100% flattered by that, but in this particular context I think it is appropriate and even encouraged. Dividends to be announced.