The ant heap philosophy
From the early age I remember that I had this “ant heap” philosophy, it started from
That I always used to reflect about how small the possibility was that I would be born into this world, and now that this birth has occurred “from the billions of souls flying in the empty space beyond the real life in this earth” I didn’t want to waste this chance of life and be “the usual ant in the heap”.
The concept of it is that I see myself as an ant that has a preset task as all the other ants have when they are living in a collective. What would be the point with that if every human being had a more or less predefined task as a programmed robot from the moment of birth until death?
that means being born, going to school, getting a job, getting married, work and have two months vacation each year, getting a family, getting old, feeding the pigeons and finally die.
It always bothered me to be as a normal person, it felt like I had surrenderd to my fate and I was incompetent to change it.
I remember arguing about this with my classmates when I was in the 6th grade in school and I used to tell them that you are all victims of this order, and they used to stare at me with a big question mark.
Another time when I was 14years old and had decided to join the NLA I met this guy called Mansour who was an film producer and we started to talk about the concept of life and he brought this subject on the desk and asked me: don’t you think that it’s a shame that you are going to leave now in this early age? Do you understand how lucky you are for being born out of “these thousand of souls” and have the chance to live on this earth, and now you are going to risk this valuable chance by going into the warfield?
As I remember then I brought up my ant heap philosophy for him and told him that “only because I had this chance to be born out of the billions, I am not going to live like these billions here and let surrender myself to the fate like everyone else.
And he stared at this 14 year old little boy, barely 155cm tall sitting behind a desk and arguing against his ideas, which he thought was very sustainable.
What a memory
Amir
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