This Sunday’s Aphorism

I explain what aphorisms are in the introduction to the post just below this one on my “Post Index.” To see that post, click “My Previously-Posted Aphorisms” at the bottom of this one under “Related.”

Each Sunday, when I upload a new aphorism, I move the previous Sunday’s to the end of the aphorisms in that other post. This will keep them in chronological order, and at times they might even seem to grow out of the ones above.

At other times, however, I will simply be adding a thought that occurred to me during the week. And those thoughts might well repeat or even contradict previous thoughts.

But to reiterate what I say at the top of “My Previously-Posted Aphorisms,” When I work on these aphorisms each morning, I am simply thinking out loud with a 3B pencil and a Moleskine notebook to try to understand what I think about various topics.

I’m toying with that ubiquitous question, “How do I know what I think until I read what I’ve written?”

Please note, though, that these are my thoughts and are meant mainly for me.

I most certainly do not offer them as some kind of generalizable truth.

And finally, a suggestion. Some of the ideas in these Sunday aphorisms might make more sense if you read the previously-posted ones first, starting with “Our Unconscious Self,” 2019 August 09.

More recent aphorisms often build on concepts that were discussed earlier.

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Judging Myself

2021 June 20

There’s a sense in which, when I judge others, especially when I’m always negative about them, I might well be judging myself.

Maybe I’m even defining myself when I do that.

Do I live in a tiny, little, confined world surrounded by walls of negative energy? A world where my glass is less than half full, perhaps even almost empty? And what’s left in my glass is better to the taste?

If I think about it, and decide I do live in such a world, a world of bitterness, I might then ask why I choose to live there.

Is it possible that I’m unaware that I could choose to do otherwise?

That nothing or no one is forcing me into negativity?

That I, alone, have the freedom to choose where I live?

Surely I would have to know that I’m free to choose.

Surely I would have to know that I can’t blame unawareness.

Laziness maybe.

Selfishness maybe.

But certainly not unawareness.

And I would have to know that I could choose a glass that is at least half full, perhaps even close to full.

If I wanted to.

And therein lies the rub.

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