While this blog was strictly constructed for the sole use of a “Writing in the Mind” class, through the mandatory readings, writings, and theories explored was there then given actual meaning to what was “assigned.” With pen and paper in hand we uncovered vast stretches of existentialism, dark depths of Freud’s structure of the mind, and the continual presence of Jungian archetypes. But was it just pen and paper where they were seen? Rather it was seen in the worksheets given in our Spanish classes – providing a form of meaning to a meaningless task. It was seen in the uproars of roommates – giving factual evidence to the upwelling of unconscious instinct. It was seen in our Science teachers – a very dark, demeaning entity who welcomes the young to feast upon. It surrounds our every day.
Who would have thought that school would be relevant to our average day? And who would have thought literary and psychological theories would hold validity off of paper? For now I can see how my once constructed reality, is just a hyper-reality. All devised from society’s stigmas, personal traumatic events, and individual mental developments. And each person has their own hyper-reality, truly. Humans have the ability to block those at which they want to forget, whether it be people, ideas, or memories. If not ignoring those said things, twisting factual evidence to best suit what they wish to believe is real.
It then makes one prompt the question how do we know the difference between what is the true, raw reality if all we know is our reality? Or is our reality the true reality? This is what makes the class worthwhile – we have been given the chance to question everything! Who are you? Why are you that way? Who am I? Is this just all a lie? These questions fuel the desire to find answers, or construct answers, thus constructing our realities.
Not only answers construct realities, but writings as well. Writing with original thought and intent establishes rhetoric, or persuasion. And if one fully grasps writing’s rhetorical power through audience and exigence, realities can be formed. Not only for the writer to immerse in, but for the readers to accept as truth.
The new-found awareness of realities and its constructions have made me think in relation to who I was, and who I am now. But it also provides insight to who others are. You gain perspective of what events may have molded them to believe in a certain way, or think certain things. Of course, our own reality can not understand their reality for we have not personally experienced their experiences. Yet it ultimately provides awareness that morals, values, and ideologies are not formed from one view, but multiple perspectives. And as you wish for people to respect your way of thinking, you must respect others’ way of thinking unless it becomes a danger for anyone.
Writing our stories and creating our answers provides a pathway to making our Truth, even if it can be masked in many faces. So as you begin to construct your reality, take your beliefs and twist, shift, morph things to best suit your storybook ending. For it will always have Truth. It will always have morals. It will always be based in your reality.