Between Everywhere and Nowhere

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  • The Ordinary Roots of Arrogance

    The Ordinary Roots of Arrogance

    The quality of being unpleasantly proud.
    Behaving as if you are more important or knowledgeable than others.

    These are the usual connotations of the word arrogance.

    When looking at dictionary definitions, arrogance seems to emerge from a feeling of superiority. However, is that always the case?

    These kinds of terms are often associated with illusionary perceptions of the self. But what if the opposite is also true?

    Can a person carry a certain type of arrogance simply because they are too aware of themselves?

    Why is it rarely considered that self-awareness itself can become a legitimate reason for wrapping ourselves in the silk fabric of arrogance?

    Does it always have to be something negative? Does it always distance us from our surroundings in an illusionary way?

    I have always known that my way of thinking did not appeal to many people in many situations. Once, when I had the chance, I wanted to transfer my messy way of thinking onto a blank white paper and use all the non-traditional connections in my writing. The result? Of course I failed.

    At the time, one of my professors anonymously used my paper as an example of failure in class. Although I had literally failed, it did not feel destructive. Rather, I saw it as a chance to observe how my way of thinking was perceived within my own habitat.

    After that, I decided to keep the genuine side of my mental world to myself and started using my mind in saving mode, literally. I began analyzing the way that professor was thinking. It turned into a small experiment for me. I noted the words he used, his sentence structures, the way his mind connected subjects and pulled arguments from one point to another. I think one of the best parts of being a student is having enough time for these kinds of observations.

    Anyway, that day came and I had a second chance to write freely again. Was it really me writing those thoughts, or was I simply pretending? I still do not know.

    I filled that paper while imagining myself as if I were that professor. What would he write if this were his assignment?

    My second paper was declared the perfect assignment, by the way.

    You may ask, “We started with arrogance and somehow arrived at an ordinary memory that anyone could experience.” But I think the real question is this: where is the border between being arrogant and carrying yourself with a certain degree of arrogance?

    For me, it was realizing to what extent I was being accepted, and to what extent I could bend myself if I truly wanted to fit in. It was also realizing how ordinary I actually was.

    At some point, I also realized that what I truly thought, or who I genuinely was, was rarely important to most environments in the first place. People usually accepted the version of you that functioned well enough within the structure around them.

    After noticing this, I think I started leaving only a measured amount of ordinariness behind me wherever I went. Just enough to fit naturally into the atmosphere, but never enough to feel entirely dissolved inside it.

    Knowing my own limits and ordinariness strangely brought me a sense of arrogance throughout the years. It created a subtle separation between me and others. Because I was fully aware of myself, with both my strengths and weaknesses, I knew I could tame myself accordingly if necessary.

    That self-control, and perhaps self-manipulation towards the outer world, became the main fabric of my arrogance.

    Everyone else was ordinary too. The only difference was that many people were not fully aware of it yet.

    Sometimes the feeling of superiority can come from being absolutely grounded.

    Sometimes I ask myself: could arrogance also be a way of coping with having a painfully solid place in this world? Being ordinary in the most ordinary way can also hurt. Then you start thinking: “I achieved, I endured, I learned, and I still remained within this ordinariness.”

    That is usually the moment when a subtle arrogance taps you lightly on the back, wraps itself around you, and quietly becomes your shadow.

    Maybe arrogance is not always born from illusion.

    Sometimes it grows quietly from knowing exactly where you stand.

    Who knows.

    Artwork: The Travelling Companions, Augustus Leopold Egg

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  • We Float on a Planet and Yet…

    We Float on a Planet and Yet…

    We actually live on a planet.
    Not metaphorically. Not poetically. Literally.

    A massive sphere drifting through an endless universe, carrying oceans, mountains, cities and us.

    And yet, most of the time, we hardly feel it.
    We wake up, scroll, work, eat, sleep, as if this is the only reality there is.
    As if the ground beneath our feet were fixed, stable, permanent.
    As if we were not suspended in space at this very moment.

    Sometimes I catch myself looking around and wondering how much of this I truly notice.
    How aware are we of the world we inhabit?
    Or more unsettling: do we really belong to it?

    Because when you think about it, the planet is not equally welcoming everywhere.
    Some places freeze you.
    Some burn you.
    Some suffocate you.
    Some simply do not allow you to stay.
    It is as if the Earth quietly draws invisible boundaries, deciding:
    Here, you may live.
    Here, you may not.

    For most species, that is the end of the story.
    They live where they can.
    And nowhere else.

    Humans, however, are different.

    Not long ago, I watched a couple of videos that stayed with me long after they ended.
    Not only because they were spectacular, but also because they made something very clear: we do not truly belong to some places on our own planet.

    In one, ski mountaineer Andrzej Bargiel climbs Everest without supplemental oxygen.
    Not rushing, just moving one step at a time. At that altitude, even breathing is uncertain. Each step grows heavier than the last. Not because the mountain is steep, but because the body resists where it is.

    His rhythm is no longer his own; it is dictated by oxygen, sunlight, survival.
    It does not look like mere freedom.
    It looks like freedom in negotiation.

    In another, explorer Chris Brown and his team journey to Point Nemo, the most remote place in the ocean.
    The deeper they go, the more their bodies resist.
    Dizziness. Nausea. Vomiting.
    It feels as if the water itself pushes them back, a reminder that this was never meant for us.

    And yet, they persist.
    Not because the place suddenly becomes hospitable, but because we find ways to exist within it.
    And this is what struck me.

    In these moments, I did not merely witness landscapes or feats.
    I saw what happens when humans refuse to accept the boundaries of where they are “allowed” to be.

    We do not simply remain where it is easy.
    We go where it is difficult: climbing where there is no oxygen, diving under crushing pressure.
    We live in extremes of cold, heat, isolation.
    And somehow, we endure.

    Not because the planet grows gentle, but because we adapt.

    And here is the most fascinating part:
    It is not only our bodies that adapt.
    It is our minds.
    Our curiosity.
    Our determination.
    Our intelligence.
    And, perhaps above all, our culture.

    We do not face the world alone.
    We create knowledge. We share it. We build upon it.
    We develop tools, technologies, and ways of living that allow us to survive in places never meant for us.

    We turn the “impossible” into the “manageable.”
    We observe. We learn. We strategize.
    Step by step, we expand the map of where we can exist.

    And sometimes I wonder: is this adaptation or something else entirely?
    Are we learning how to belong?
    Or simply refusing to accept that we do not?

    Perhaps the planet does draw boundaries. But humans are the only species that negotiate with them.

    We do not merely accept limits.
    We test them. We stretch them.
    Sometimes, we even redefine them entirely.

    In doing so, we transform not only our environment, but ourselves.
    We are shaped by the planet, yet constantly reshaping our place within it.
    And that tension is mesmerizing.

    It leaves us suspended somewhere in between.
    Between restriction and freedom.
    Between nature and intention.
    Between being placed and choosing where to stand.

    Perhaps this is what it means to be human:
    Not simply to adapt, but to learn how to move within the world.
    We may not belong everywhere. Yet still, we keep going.

    🎨 Cloud Study, 1822, John Constable

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