• teeforlove [they/them]@hexbear.netOP
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    11 months ago

    The world was peaceful when I was a child because I didn’t know what the world outside really was, the world to me back then was just my home, yet it wasn’t really peaceful, it was hell because of fighting, alcoholism, the usual trauma a child faces.

    The world as I see it now is a shithole, but precisely due to it being a shithole did I discover how to really love, and do it correctly. Love people, love animals, love nature. You can relate this to how the dictatorship of the bourgeoisie and its efforts to maintain the status quo precisely due to its contradictions gives the proletariat everything necessary to fight. But I’m isolated right now, I don’t really have anyone here, but I have more than enough love that is going empty due to not that many people being there to give it to, which I think of as a contradiction.

    Marx says how you can’t liberate others without liberating yourself, or at least I think he was the one who said it, but I see it as a contradiction with what I say here, that you can’t liberate yourself without liberating others. The solution here precisely lies in the act of liberation. You don’t liberate others necessarily during dialogue, during educating yourself through everyone, neither do you necessarily liberate others during this long, tiring process of waging a war. But people liberate each other. I think I got this from Pedagogy of the Oppressed by Paulo Freire, which I recently finished. I see its influence on the words I typed out in the post just as I’m typing this right now lol, its a really good work that talks about education through dialogue, criticizing the banking mode of education (used in college, schools, etc) as preserving the status quo. He uses examples from Mao’s cultural revolution to say that cultural action is a process of education that has to start before, and not after taking power. I can’t describe everything ofcourse, its a short read, around 150 pages and I’ll recommend it.

    I think I lost track there and switched topics, anyways, that’s about it, hope I was able to explain why I wrote that. I just write things and finish it off whenever I’m not in a particularly good mood. I think you should understand it for yourself too, instead of relying on my explanation. Your subjective perspectives of a work (or anything) also matters as much as that of the creator.

    Anyways, have a good day!