Sanity
Sometimes the changes each of us go through in our lifetime is enough to make anyone loca. I would even go as far as saying that we’ve had our sanity on a thread. We may not be aware of it or we just simply refuse to acknowledge it.
What then is normal? What then is right?
I read somewhere that “normality is merely a matter of consensus; that is, a lot of people think something is right, and so that thing becomes right.”** True. So does trying to be different essentially wrong as you can obliterate society’s equilibrium or can it make you mentally dysfunctional for the reason that “as you force yourself to be the same as everyone else, it can cause neuroses, psychoses and paranoia?”** An alteration of nature? A distortion of how we should be or is it just the real us trying to escape from what custom have limited us to be?
Sanity. Psychoses. Society. Changes. I guess I really am a chronic overthinker. So what happens then to an overthinker who has nothing to do and no one to talk to about everything and nothing? Lunacy. But what if the social order defines lunacy differently from me? Would that make me a psychotic? Or would that make the public a big neurotic mess? I say it would depend on which perspective you’re looking at. It actually is the point of this entire argument.
Sanity. Madness. Raison d’être. Mental illness. Someone told me a long time ago that I had kept him sane. I understood him because I felt the same. You know why? Because “…insanity is the inability to communicate your ideas. It is as if you were in a foreign country, able to see and understand everything that’s going on around you but incapable of explaining what you need to know or of being helped, because you don’t understand the language they speak there.”***
Enough said.
**(Dr. Igor in Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho
***( Zedka Mendel in Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho)