"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage. He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote..."
It is easy to lose confidence in your own thinking, in your unique observations and beliefs and simply cast them aside in favor of a quieter, less controversial existence. Who knows if what I am uttering is truth, or opinion, but it maintains my own inner continuity in a way that no one Else's opinions ever will. High school is time to find your own distinct perspective on the world, or else surrender it to the tides of conformity. It is a struggle that never ceases, even when one enters the adult world. But the very struggle is unique for every person, and reveals a commitment to the "human heritage" of the quest for truth.
Maybe this post isn't going to enlighten anyone's thinking, but so long as I utter it, in some obscure way the continuity is not broken.
