Oct. 29, 2022
Something's wrong with me or with them
Over time, I learned to question my beliefs about anything in this world. It was especially complicated when I was a teenager because every teenager wants to seem mature in the eyes of adults. Every time I stumbled on something I was not sure of, something that distorted my way of thinking and perception of the world, I felt weak and unsafe. It may seem that it was easier to embrace someone else's point of view than fight for my principles, but I just couldn't for some reason.
I still don't understand why I didn't simply go along with some ideas and rules that I observed; maybe it was because I was curios or rebellious, or maybe I just intuitively felt that there was something wrong with the opinions of others. I challenged everything that I encountered, from the concept of happiness to the bliss of motherhood. It was always a hard and lonely process; shuffling through books and stories, I was forming my point of view, then reevaluating it while observing the people around me. I did all this for the sake of understanding reality, the holy grail of truth.
When I saw how someone embraced religion, I asked myself, why they did this, and what were they seeking. The same questions popped up in my mind when I saw violence and injustice, heard harsh critiques, or observed how physical force overweighted the truth. For the sake of what one person did to threaten the other, and why did the other person tolerate this behaviour? How does this man or this woman put up with their weaknesses and flaws? How could they sleep when they knew that that same evening they had humiliated their partners or relatives? What words do they use to justify their ruthless actions, ignorance, and disfiguration of morality?
This observation wasn't really pleasurable, but it taught me to notice things. It gave me the ability to analyse anything clearly before making any judgement. In the obedient woman, scared to leave her husband, I saw not only fear and dependence, but also an inclination for easy answers and an unwillingness to fight. In the lazy relative who was unwilling to graduate from college, I saw not only laziness but the desire to be a man, craving to rule his own life, family, and children.
Throughout the years, I involuntarily developed an ability to notice more subtle and distinctive details in people and situations. Neither I wanted to observe it, nor I trained myself to do this — others' actions and events just caught my attention. I couldn't take my eyes off of the hideous misbehaviour of some, or the astonishing generosity of others. I always tried to understand the reasons for it.
Endless times I encountered awful or amusing episodes of both, right and wrong things, in my own family and my life. Simple shouting made me stunned, and simple gestures of kindness made me melt. Many times I tried and couldn't figure out how the same person in different situations can be both cruel and gentle. While others chose their point of view, their idols, and principles, whether it was family, religion, or force, I couldn't do this.
During this time, I wondered whether it was something wrong with me, or with them. Later on, it occurred to me that I was supposed to choose my cage and restrict myself with a set of rules, but somehow I refused to do this. At my core, I hesitated to adopt only one point of view or one explanation of the world. I observed and measured them, but I never stepped into any of them too deeply. Somehow for me, life was often not how seemed for my family or people who I've met.
One of the most astonishing observations struck me suddenly one evening when I understood that points and faiths are just lenses. Many people around me chose their lenses early on in their lives, often unintentionally. They chose their lenses whenever they decided to humiliate someone, to give birth instead of going to college, or to keep silent instead of responding to criticism. When they shouted at each other and ruined their relationships, drank to death, lied, and swore, they started to base their morality and opinion on their lenses, and justify their wrong actions to appear as good people.
None of them saw life as a process of change, and rarely did any of them feel gratitude for the miracle of their life. They were too busy with their daily worries, too clingy with their beliefs and choices, and too indifferent to see life as something other than a relentless and exhausting process of daily chores. Not many people I knew were ready to change their opinions and admit their misunderstanding of things. Even fewer were strong enough to look at the liquidness of life with curiosity or amusement, not with awe or fear.
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When I saw how someone embraced religion, I asked myself, why they did this, and what were they seeking.
The same questions popped up in my mind when I saw violence and injustice, heard ghastly scolds, andor observed how the physical force overweighted the truth.
Ghastly scolds? Not sure what you mean. Maybe "harsh critiques"?
For the sake of what did one person did to threaten the other, and why did the other person tolerate this behaviour?
How does this man or this woman put up with their weaknesses and flaws?
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Whichat words do they use to justify their ruthless actions, ignorance, and disfiguration of morality?
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Throughout the years, I involuntarily developed an ability to notice more subtle and distinctive details in people and situations.
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I couldn't take my eyes off of the hideous misbehavingour of onessome, or the astonishing generosity of others.
I always tried to understand the reasons for it.
Endless times I encountered awful or amusing episodes of both, right and wrong things, in my own family and my life.
Simple shouting made me stunned, and simple gestures of kindness made me melt.
Many times I tried and couldn't figure out how the same person in different situations can be both, cruel and gentle.
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At my core, I hesitated to adopt only one point of view or one explanation ofor the world.
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Many people around me chose their lenses early on in their lives, often unintentionally.
They chose their lenses whenever they decided to humiliate someone, gato give birth instead of going to college, andor to keept silent instead of responding to criticism.
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Not many people I knew were ready to change their opinions and admit their misunderstanding of things.
Even fewer of them were strong enough to look at the liquidness of life with curiosity or amusement, not with awe or fear.
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Wow, what a piece! V.interesting. You're English is very good, the changes I made are hard to explain as they are "feelings" of what does or doesn't feel natural, with very few actual errors (grammar, syntax, etc). Keep reading and writing and I am sure you will develop this "feeling" further too.
Oct. 29, 2022
The same questions popped up in my mind when I saw violence and injustice, heard ghastly scolds, andor observed how the physical force overweighted the truth.
yeah, your option is better
Oct. 29, 2022
While others chose their point of view, their idols, and principles, whether it was Ffamily, Rreligion, or Fforce, I couldn't do this.
Yeah, some people used to resolve their problems with force. Like abusing their partners, for example.
Oct. 29, 2022
Somehow for me, life was often not how it looked likeseemed for my family or people whom I've met.
Ah, I like this word.. Thank you, it's time to say goodbye to it, so :)
Oct. 29, 2022
None of them saw life as thea process of change, and rarely did any of them feel gratitude for the miracle of their alivenessfe.
agree, I was not sure about this word
Oct. 29, 2022
Thank you so much for your accurate and precise editing, it was such a pleasure to follow your comments. Thank you also for appraising of text, I appreciate it a lot ❤️🙏
Oct. 29, 2022
Thank you so much for your accurate and precise editing, it was such a pleasure to follow your comments. Thank you also for appraising of text, I appreciate it a lot ❤️🙏
You're welcome!
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Something wrong with me or with them Something's wrong with me or with them |
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With time I learned to question my beliefs about anything in this world.
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It was especially complicated when I was a teenager because any teenager wants to look experienced in the eyes of adults. It was especially complicated when I was a teenager because |
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Every time I stumbled on something I was not sure of, something that disordered my way of thinking and perception of the world, I felt weak and unsafe. Every time I stumbled on something I was not sure of, something that distor |
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It may seem that it was easier to embrace someone else's point of view than fight for my principles, but I just couldn't for some reason. This sentence has been marked as perfect! |
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I still don't understand why I didn't simply obey some ideas and rules that I observed; maybe it was my curiosity or rebellion, or maybe I just intuitively felt that there was something wrong with the opinions of others. I still don't understand why I didn't simply Verbs sound more natural than nouns, in general. |
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I reconsidered everything with what I encountered, whether it was the concept of happiness or the bliss of motherhood. I |
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It was always a hard and lonely process; shuffling through books and stories, I was forming my point of view, then reevaluating it while observing the people around me. This sentence has been marked as perfect! |
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I did all this for the sake of knowing the reality, for the treasure of truth. I did all this for the sake of |
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When I saw how someone embraced religion, I asked myself, why they did this, and what were they seeking. When I saw how someone embraced religion, I asked myself |
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The same questions popped up in my mind when I saw violence and injustice, heard ghastly scolds, and observed how the physical force overweight the truth. The same questions popped up in my mind when I saw violence and injustice, heard ghastly scolds, Ghastly scolds? Not sure what you mean. Maybe "harsh critiques"? |
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For the sake of what did one person threaten the other, and why did the other person tolerate this behaviour? For the sake of what |
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How does this man or this woman put up with their weaknesses and flaws? This sentence has been marked as perfect! |
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How could they sleep when they knew that that same evening they humiliated their partners or relatives? How could they sleep when they knew that that same evening they had humiliated their partners or relatives? |
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Which words do they use to justify their ruthless actions, ignorance, and disfiguration of morality? Wh |
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This observation wasn't quite pleasurable, but it taught me to notice things. This observation wasn't |
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It gave me the ability to see anything clearly before making any judgement. It gave me the ability to |
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In the obedient woman, scared to leave her husband, I saw not only fear and dependence but also an inclination for easy answers and unpreparedness to fight. In the obedient woman, scared to leave her husband, I saw not only fear and dependence, but also an inclination for easy answers and |
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In the lazy relative who was unwilling to graduate from college, I saw not only laziness but the desire to be a Man, craving to rule his own life, family, and children. In the lazy relative who was unwilling to graduate from college, I saw not only laziness but the desire to be a |
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Throughout the years, I involuntarily developed an ability to notice more subtle and distinctive details in people and situations. This sentence has been marked as perfect! |
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Neither I wanted to observe it, nor I trained myself to do this — others' actions and events just caught my attention. This sentence has been marked as perfect! |
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I couldn't take my eyes off the hideous misbehaving of ones or the astonishing generosity of others. I couldn't take my eyes off of the hideous misbehavi |
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I always tried to understand the reasons for it. This sentence has been marked as perfect! |
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Endless times I encountered awful or amusing episodes of both, right and wrong things, in my own family and my life. This sentence has been marked as perfect! |
|
Simple shouting made me stunned, and simple gestures of kindness made me melt. This sentence has been marked as perfect! |
|
Many times I tried and couldn't figure out how the same person in different situations can be both, cruel and gentle. Many times I tried and couldn't figure out how the same person in different situations can be both |
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While others chose their point of view, their idols, and principles, whether it was Family, Religion, or Force, I couldn't do this. While others chose their point of view, their idols, and principles, whether it was Force? |
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At these moments, I wondered whether it something wrong with me or with them.
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Later it occurred to me that I was supposed to choose my cage and restrict myself with a set of rules, but somehow I refused to do this. Later on, it occurred to me that I was supposed to choose my cage and restrict myself with a set of rules, but somehow I refused to do this. |
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At my core, I hesitated to adopt only one point of view or one explanation for the world. At my core, I hesitated to adopt only one point of view or one explanation of |
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I observed and measured them, but I never stepped into any of them too deeply. This sentence has been marked as perfect! |
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Somehow for me, life was often not how it looked like for my family or people whom I've met. Somehow for me, life was often not how it "Whom" is now very outdated and I've not heard or seen it written down for many years. While it sounds formal, I'd avoid using it as natives no longer do. |
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One of the most astonishing observations struck me suddenly one evening when I understood that points and faiths are just lenses. This sentence has been marked as perfect! |
|
Many people around me chose their lenses early in their lives, often unintentionally. Many people around me chose their lenses early on in their lives, often unintentionally. |
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They chose their lenses whenever they decided to humiliate someone, gave birth instead of going to college, and kept silent instead of responding to criticism. They chose their lenses whenever they decided to humiliate someone, |
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When they shouted at each other and ruined their relationships, drank to death, lied, and swore, they started to base their morality and opinion on their lenses, and justify their wrong actions to stay Good People. When they shouted at each other and ruined their relationships, drank to death, lied, and swore, they started to base their morality and opinion on their lenses, and justify their wrong actions to |
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None of them saw life as the process of change, and rarely did any of them feel gratitude for the miracle of their aliveness. None of them saw life as Aliveness sounds strange. |
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They were too busy with their daily worries, too clingy with their beliefs and choices, and too indifferent to see life as something other than a relentless and exhausting process of daily chores. This sentence has been marked as perfect! |
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Not many people I knew were ready to change their opinions and admit their misunderstanding of things. This sentence has been marked as perfect! |
|
Even fewer of them were strong enough to look at the liquidness of life with curiosity or amusement, not with awe or fear. Even fewer |
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Something's wrong with me or with them |
|
Over time, I learned to question my beliefs about anything in this world. |
|
It was especially complicated when I was a teenager because every teenager wants to seem mature in the eyes of adults. |
|
Every time I stumbled on something I was not sure of, something that distorted my way of thinking and perception of the world, I felt weak and unsafe. |
|
I still don't understand why I didn't simply go along with some ideas and rules that I observed; maybe it was because I was curios or rebellious, or maybe I just intuitively felt that there was something wrong with the opinions of others. |
|
I challenged everything that I encountered, from the concept of happiness to the bliss of motherhood. |
|
I did all this for the sake of understanding reality, the holy grail of truth. |
|
The same questions popped up in my mind when I saw violence and injustice, heard harsh critiques, or observed how physical force overweighted the truth. |
|
For the sake of what one person did to threaten the other, and why did the other person tolerate this behaviour? |
|
How could they sleep when they knew that that same evening they had humiliated their partners or relatives? |
|
What words do they use to justify their ruthless actions, ignorance, and disfiguration of morality? |
|
This observation wasn't really pleasurable, but it taught me to notice things. |
|
It gave me the ability to analyse anything clearly before making any judgement. |
|
In the obedient woman, scared to leave her husband, I saw not only fear and dependence, but also an inclination for easy answers and an unwillingness to fight. |
|
In the lazy relative who was unwilling to graduate from college, I saw not only laziness but the desire to be a man, craving to rule his own life, family, and children. |
|
I couldn't take my eyes off of the hideous misbehaviour of some, or the astonishing generosity of others. |
|
Many times I tried and couldn't figure out how the same person in different situations can be both cruel and gentle. |
|
While others chose their point of view, their idols, and principles, whether it was family, religion, or force, I couldn't do this. |
|
During this time, I wondered whether it was something wrong with me, or with them. |
|
Later on, it occurred to me that I was supposed to choose my cage and restrict myself with a set of rules, but somehow I refused to do this. |
|
At my core, I hesitated to adopt only one point of view or one explanation of the world. |
|
Somehow for me, life was often not how seemed for my family or people who I've met. |
|
Many people around me chose their lenses early on in their lives, often unintentionally. |
|
They chose their lenses whenever they decided to humiliate someone, to give birth instead of going to college, or to keep silent instead of responding to criticism. |
|
When they shouted at each other and ruined their relationships, drank to death, lied, and swore, they started to base their morality and opinion on their lenses, and justify their wrong actions to appear as good people. |
|
None of them saw life as a process of change, and rarely did any of them feel gratitude for the miracle of their life. |
|
Even fewer were strong enough to look at the liquidness of life with curiosity or amusement, not with awe or fear. |
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