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Disclaimer: The following is purely based on the author’s research and personal thoughts. These findings have not been approved by any leading psychiatric body. This article is a philosophical launch pad for the author who is thinking of publishing a book. You have a choice not to read this. Plagiarism is a sin. Parental Guidance is advised.
What are rules and why do they even exist? Who came up with them and what for? I believe these are a couple of questions I’m sure all of us will ponder at least once in our lonely existence.
Rules are meant to be broken. I have heard this old adage being used to death many many times. So is it true than. Are rules really expandable and are they worth breaking.
Some claim rules are akin to quick sand.
It traps you.
The more u struggle the more u freeze.
You try to fight back.
You try to adapt.
But you start making a mistake.
Then another.
And another.
Till you cannot breathe.
Like Quicksand.
I’m sure some of us think rules were whipped up by bored old farts who take too much sugar for their own good, that rules were simply a means to leash us and make us dance to a desolate tune that we had neither or envisioned nor orchestrated. Everything exists in parallels. Light and Darkness … Yin and Yang, Life and Death. Even a piece of paper has 2 sides. Galileo did say that life exist in perfect symmetry.
So it got me thinking .. could these rules that we tirelessly fight be actually a means to help us? To guide us? To sustain us? Could our ignorance be the reason we hate rules? The mind fights what it deems illogical, what it deems irrelevant and fights to propagate towards an opposite.
Although the mind is beautiful, it is by no means perfect. Its erratic, far too much erratic. Without the mind, there is no body, and without the body, no life. Could rules actually be the meas to protect the mind to ensure our survival?
I leave you with the adage, "What doesn’t kill you, only makes u stronger".
Cheers