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The Conflict between Realism and Idealism

No, I am not writing any philosophy here. But, you all have thought of a dream life where no pain exists. No heartbreaks, no fake friends only happiness. It would be wrong to say that I have not thought about it. But my idealism differs from yours. I have always dreamt of a peaceful mind - a mind which does not think about reality. It also avoids ideas. 

Let me simplify this for you. We think that people understand us but in reality, it is exactly the opposite. Here too, the realism is again contradictory to itself. We communicate our feelings very clearly but still, our emotions are left unheard. This whole idea of our existence is an illusion. 

What if I tell you that reality exists in your mind, you see the colours of the world do not exist in reality. It is our mind that makes us see those colours. I perceive the colour of the leaves of a tree as green, but for another person, it is yellow or blue or anything. 

"I think therefore I am", Descartes says. I do not believe in it. I think; therefore, I am vanishing. I am diving deep into the crisis of realism and idealism. I was told in my childhood that the world was beautiful - a utopian idea was instilled in my mind. When I observed the world it was completely opposite. 

There were no fairies. No one gave a damn about who I was, what I was thinking. The reality was selfish and narcissistic. As Hobbes laments: "The life was nasty, brutish and short." Everyone used others to get what they wanted. 

The contradictions between realism and idealism were vivid in my professional life. In my college days, I was told about teamwork, cooperation and coordination. In reality, I was backstabbed. 

They told me that the secret to happiness was marriage. In reality, I saw couples cheating on each other. I watched kids whose voices were silenced. I watched girls crying in the corner. Every one of them lost their voice and will to express themselves. But in my mind, the idea of this world was beautiful.

Now they tell me I should wait for hereafter. A happy life awaits me if I am all obedient here. If I avoid sins and do not question their dogmas. 

Why should I believe you?

When your ideas, from the start, were based on lies. Why should I trust you now? Have you seen that world? That world of eternal happiness? The world where you say there is no pain but at the same time, it will only be available for pious people. 

What if I don't find my close relations there? The place you call heaven. Will I still be happy? Without my close people?

The reality is subjective. The ideas are subjective. There is no concrete evidence of an objective world. The whole idea and reality are made up to control the masses. To prevent us from thinking. To entangle us in theories of theses and anti-theses. To puzzle us in a never-ending war of right and wrong. 

With Love, 

R. 

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  1. The shock and realization of knowing that all you were told in theories, reality is far from it. Utopian world is what is taught but all is to the contrary. In this vague, cruel and selfish world, solace comes from the only truth i know "Quran". Derive everything you can from it. You'd be at much ease.

    P.S: At least i know your name starts from the letter "R" now :)

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    1. Well, I too don't know your name so we are even. :D

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  2. I very well enjoyed the reality of your piece eventhough idealism is far from it. God Almighty created the idealistic world for all his creations. However, he warned us of all the evil that will befall us if we stray away from the straight path. As a muslim, i wholeheartedly believe that it is in my rememberance of Allah do hearts find rest as stipulated in the Holy Quran, Surah Al-arad, 13:28.

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  3. Your contemplation on the complexities of life echoes with depth. In Islam, we are encouraged to seek knowledge and question, for Allah says in the Quran (20:114), 'My Lord, increase me in knowledge.' The apparent contradictions you observe in reality are indeed part of the tests in this worldly life.

    Islam acknowledges the transient nature of this world, and while it is filled with trials, it also emphasizes the importance of patience and perseverance. Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said, 'Strange is the affair of the believer; there is good for him in every matter.'

    Concerning the Hereafter, Allah assures believers in Surah Al-Ankabut (29:69), 'And those who strive for Us - We will surely guide them to Our ways. And indeed, Allah is with the doers of good.'

    While the worldly reality may be flawed, the promise of eternal happiness in the Hereafter is for those who remain steadfast, seek forgiveness, and strive to live by the tenets of Islam. Trust in Allah's mercy and guidance, for He is the Most Compassionate and Just.

    With prayers for peace and understanding

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    1. I am aware of all this but the people here don't even go by Quran and still claim to be the perfect Muslims. I am no one to judge but it just makes me conflicting.

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    2. it's indeed conflicting when some claim perfection while not adhering to its principles. Remember that everyone is on their unique path, and our focus should be on our individual efforts to understand and implement the Quran's guidance in our lives. It's a reminder for all of us to continually seek improvement and understanding. If you ever wish to discuss these conflicts further, I'm here to listen.

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    3. I'd love to discuss all these things. Let's dive deep into how we ruined ourselves and the concept of Islam.

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