Summary

The author reflects on the limitations of logic and the importance of personal beliefs and feelings, especially in moments of uncertainty and grief.

Abstract

The article delves into the author's introspection on the role of logic and rationality in their life, particularly during the isolation of the corona crisis. The author grapples with contradictory advice on productivity and self-care, seeking a singular truth but finding peace in accepting that multiple perspectives can coexist. The loss of a beloved grandmother prompts deeper questions about the afterlife and the need for tangible proof. A moment of connection with a bright star in the night sky leads to a realization that personal truths and feelings of comfort can be more valuable than scientific validation. The author concludes that it's acceptable to embrace beliefs that resonate on a personal level, even if they defy logic or change over time.

Opinions

The author identifies as a rational person who values logic but questions its utility in all aspects of life.
There is skepticism about the need for scientific proof to validate personal beliefs, especially regarding the presence of a deceased loved one.
The author expresses frustration with the contradictory nature of advice on productivity and self-care during isolation.
A personal experience with a bright star in the sky evokes a sense of connection with the author's late grandmother, suggesting that emotional truths can be as significant as factual ones.
The article advocates for the acceptance of one's own truth, which may vary from day to day, and emphasizes the magic of internal validation over external proof.

Forget About Science And Believe Whatever Serves You

About moments that don’t need scientific proof

I would say I am a fairly rational person.

I love logic and I am a fan of everything that makes sense (except maths — for some reason I never liked that).

But recently I found myself wondering, whether logic always serves us.

Obsessed With Finding The Truth In Everyday Life

I spoke to my therapist about adapting to isolation due to the corona crisis a couple of weeks ago. I told her how confused I was, because I kept reading articles on the topics of productivity and self-care.

In my opinion they were totally contradicting each other. But the weird thing was: I found myself agreeing with both.

I agreed with using this time to work on our goals and make the most of it while we are in lock-down.

And I agreed with looking after ourselves in the best way possible and to not stress ourselves with being too productive all the time.

And this bothered me. I wanted one truth, and one truth only.

So: who is telling the truth and who is lying?

I wanted for it to make sense, but it didn’t.

Struggling With What Cannot Be Explained

Since I lost my lovely grandma almost two years ago, I have spent a lot of time thinking about what might happen after people die and where they might be right now.

Shortly after she passed away some people suggested that she would always be with me, protecting me. I didn’t really understand how that would work, so I didn’t pay them much attention.

Others told me that she would be in heaven, where she was looked after. I wasn’t sure this resonated with me either.

My logical brain questioned: Was there any proof that they were telling the truth? How could I be sure?

One evening the other week I was just about to let down the blinds in my flat and stopped half-way through, because I saw something that had caught my attention.

It was a very bright light in the sky and I stared at it for a minute or two, thinking that it couldn’t possibly be a star. I expected to see it moving and find out that it was a plane after all.

But it wasn’t moving, so I went to stand on my terrace and looked at it for a little longer. The sky wasn’t super clear, but I could definitely make out the difference between those tiny little dots and then that one big massive star.

And it reminded me of my grandma.

‘Do I really need proof for everything I want to believe?’

That impulse suddenly made me question my obsession with logic.

Finding Answers In The Night Sky

I remembered a line I had read recently on the topic of dead people being able to return to this world in any chosen shape or form.

And while I was looking at that star thinking about my grandma my internal voices went:

‘How lovely would it be, if that was a sign from her, telling me that she is okay!’

‘But hmm.. that sounds stupid. I wouldn’t be able to prove it anyways…’

While they were fighting for the truth once again, I stopped myself and asked:

Why on earth is it so important for us to always be in the know, to always be right, to always have proof?

What mattered to me in that moment was, that I felt connected to my grandma.

It mattered, that I felt calm and blessed as I was standing there on my terrace looking at the night sky.

The Value Of Our Very Own Truth

I came to the conclusion that things do not make sense all the time and that logic doesn’t always serves us.

And it is okay to believe in something today and believe in something completely else tomorrow.

Sometimes we just need to trust our very own truth to go with what feels right. Regardless whether other people agree or disagree.

Allow yourself to find the truth within. It’s magical!