So, i spent a good hour on listening into a podcast on psychology. It is my childhood love, and something i thought i will naturally pursue as i get older. Now, older i am, but the path i am embarking on seems endlessly bleak and unforgiving. I forgot what made me happy, i could not believe in happiness and more importantly, i rather be unhappy than experience fleeting and unreal sense of happiness.
What went wrong? I’d love to know.
In any case, back to the podcast. It was fundamentally about the linkage between neurology and psychology. The lecturer went into the physical aspects of our brain, that was intriguing, but didn’t interest me as much as what he said about love, happiness and sadness. Love is complexity, for the lack of a better word. He mentioned that you cannot feel love, in the same manner you feel happiness and sadness. In this prospective, happiness and sadness seem so much more endearing. They are feelings which are to-the-point and as much as they swing on different sides of the pole, they don’t confuse you. I didn’t though of things in this manner before, now it makes so much sense.
At least, rationally speaking.
