Chanel
There are two sides to everything in life. Whether it’s the idea of good & bad, heaven & hell, or rich & poor; these concepts are not as concrete as we would all like to believe.
Dichotomy
Noun
a division or contrast between two things that are or are represented as being opposed or entirely different
botany: repeated branching into two equal parts
Origin: Greek
Dikho- in two parts
-temnein: to cut —> -tomia: cutting —> -tomy
In all aspects in life there is always a division of two opposing parts. Whether it’s the idea of good & evil, heaven & hell, love & hate, good & bad, etc. All of these concepts are completely subjective though. Nietzsche says, “What first comes to my mind is that, in this theory, the origin of the concept ‘Good’ was mistakenly identified, and thus sought in vain, for the judgment ‘Good’ did not originate among those to whom goodness was shown! Rather it has been ‘good men’ themselves, that is, the noble, the powerful, those of high degree, the high-minded, who have felt that they themselves were good, and that their actions were good….” What can been seen to one person may be seen as bad to another. These conflicts can be seen in life, media, and art.
I took a dichotomy test recently, and it was pretty informative for me. If you are interested in learning more about your internal contrasts, then check out Dichotomy Tests.
O Death
Rest easy, Brianna. I’m not one for heartfelt eulogies, but this is what’s on my mind.
Death itself is a beautiful thing.
Death has always scared me though because it’s so uncertain. Even when people die and come back, they don’t have a concrete description of what it’s like on the other side - or no side for some.
I’m personally terrified of the uncertain. Which trickles down into other aspects of myself:
Religion
Relationships
Occupation
Fun
I’ve lived such a cautious & “safe” life, that I’ve missed out so many opportunities I’ve had to really live.
Death itself is a beautiful thing.
The concept of death is so fascinating to me because so many things can die, and in some pretty out-of-this-world ways.
Death of the body
Death of the mind
Death of the soul
Death of the ego
No matter what your beliefs, death is never something to be feared, but embraced.
Death is the control. Living is the controlled.
Recently, I found out that a previous coworker of mine tragically passed away, and I wasn’t as phased or affected as I thought I would be. It wasn’t that I didn’t like her; she was an incredibly funny, energetic, and overall enjoyable person to be around during our time together. What I’m grappling with is the feeling that in her untimely death, she has left behind a significant legacy. Yet, it still makes me ask some deep and introspective questions:
“What was it like?”, “What’s she thinking now?” ,“Is she still a she, or an it?”, etc. etc.
I appreciate death like the dark, it’s terrifying but so exciting.