An Introduction, of YOURSELF

Summary

The text is a reflective and existential introduction to the author, emphasizing the shared human experience and the individuality of the reader's interpretation.

Abstract

The author of the article on Medium welcomes readers with a poetic and introspective piece that delves into the multifaceted nature of identity and the human condition. It acknowledges the reader's diverse experiences, from triumphs to struggles, and the universal feelings of hope, despair, and failure. The narrative challenges conventional expectations and the pursuit of happiness, suggesting that life is a subjective journey where personal experiences and ideas define one's existence. The author posits that through engaging with their writing, a symbiotic relationship is formed, where the reader's interpretation and interaction with the ideas presented become a part of the author's narrative, and vice versa.

Opinions

The author believes that personal identity is shaped by one's dreams, struggles, and the ability to question life's experiences.
There is a sentiment that life's moments are fleeting and that living through them is more important than trying to control or immediately judge them.
The introduction dismisses traditional biographical details as irrelevant, instead focusing on the significance of ideas and their power to define a person.
The text suggests that the act of reading and engaging with the author's ideas transforms them into a shared possession between the writer and the reader.
The author expresses a desire for variation and unity in storytelling, implying that second-person narration can create a deeper connection with the audience.

An Introduction, of YOURSELF

Greetings and welcome! From your fellow readers, writers and people of Medium. You might be anyone. Old and wise as a hundred year old turtle; young, naive and wild like a blazing fiery inferno. You have been through a hundred lives and hundred worlds. You were the warrior who defended his honor. You were the matriarch who led her family. You were the lover who died alone. You were the revolutionary who led the people to freedom. You were anyone. And now, you are me.

First and foremost you are a dreamer. A 20 year old university student, struggling to keep up. You felt your dreams fall apart. You feared the worst. You felt hopeless. You went through depression. You lost loved ones. You laughed at the worst times. You loved the wrong people. You chose the wrong way. You were caught cheating. You were left behind. You are all alone. You have no one. You are not smart. You are a failure. You are not a big shot. You are a failure. You don’t have much to tell. You are a failure.

But maybe not.

See maybe, you do not have to believe in convention. You do not have to make anybody happy. Not even yourself. Not anyone. You don’t have to do anything. It is just life, a thermodynamic and highly subjective miracle. Your experience is your own, and not mine. You have something in common. You have lots in common, but still you are yourself even if we are the same. You feel confused. You question what are you reading. Just like when you question anything in life, it is tiresome. Hard work and hardly ever rewarding. So why do you still question it? The moment is already gone, before you even realize what was happening. You already missed it, long before you can decide if you like it or not. Maybe you just have to live through it. Let the wind fill your sail but hold onto the helm. That is the only thing which gives you the illusion of control.

Now maybe you are asking, what kind of a sick introduction is this? This is the only introduction that matters. Why would you want to know where do I live or what do I do for a living. You could as well read the detailed history of rectal diseases on horses. Makes as much sense. Are you any different?

If so, if you are different from a piece of wood or a sheep in a barn then it would be because of your ideas. Your ideas define you and your actions fill that definition. With those two, you exist.

Although you can not physically act on me, you can act on what I write, as you read. You can act on my ideas. It is your story. These ideas are in your head now, whether you choose to keep or discard them. They are our ideas now. Through this process, I become you and you become me.

And now I can tell. How nice it is to meet you.

P.S. You are not sure if it exists, but you want to do second person story telling. Variation amazes you. Unity is what we can all be.