-nathan zed, how perfection died
when my tibia and fibula snapped into two, i know that i'd experienced blinding pain. i don't remember how it felt. i read that when the human body experiences too much pain at once, it shuts down. gives you the privilege of dissociating, because that wouldn't be possible for a mind to handle, and i remembered this when i was watching the video above. i don't know how this thought process is any different from this one, but i felt like writing it regardless.
is there something to be said about the flooding of perfection, and the endearing nature of its absence? i don't often write my thoughts, i prefer to let them stew, but the exact words are often lost, and so i noted down this one phrase to condense and note to myself that i wanted to write this note: the frequency of excellence and the rarity of spectacle.
and by this, i don't mean that spectacles are rare now; i mean that what feels like one is. if we keep observing the global maxima of every single thing: the best guitar player, the fastest runner, the strongest bodybuilder, even an achievement of a local maxima feels diluted, even though it is a significant milestone. you have done well. be proud of yourself. i am.
in general, i feel a desensitisation of our perceptions manifold. everything i wish to say always involves this in one way or another, but the advent of short-form— everything just being there, and fast, and showing us only the best of the world isn't helping us in this sense. because we've had a lot of discussions on this at home (me being against it), about how my phone is ruining my circadian rhythm, one day, pappa sent me a study that told me: it's not your phone that's making you sleep late, with all the ‘blue light’, but what you look at on there. you have a choice to not be affected that everyone may be changing the world. how do you want to change yours?