Vacant Existentialisms of A Dedicated Stasis

 Figuring out how one can live with one's self is one of the greatest achievements for the purposeful sense of life. Lingering in between discrepancies of who one think they are and who they actually are is the extreme status of a possible stasis in a person's life. I won't even say "if" but when, when they do find themself in such a state, it is imperative to figure out a way as soon as they can. However, this sense of stasis can be neither forced into or forced out of. It takes an unknown amount of time and subconscious effort for a person to find a way out of this stasis. Neither an observer nor the person itself can have any semblance of an estimate as to when and how an exit will appear. In which case, it would also be a faulty assumption for a person to feel as if though they are "late" to anything in their life since the start and the end points of said state of stasis differs from person to person. Some go through it early on in their life and continue their life with minimal impacts and maybe even minimal insights from the process too. Some might go through this stage in their late twenties, take a long time processing and going through it and end up with significant insights and impacts to themselves and to their day to day life. A person going through some form of a stasis will experience actions and inactions by themselves that they previously though they were incapable of. Some of these actions and/or inactions will leave permanent marks in their perception of their identity and will shape them further on in their life. 

Whether or not a person who has completed their process will have positive or negative effects on their sense of self can't be observed, decided or speculated until the process is complete. And to be fair, any speculation at all would be futile and senseless. It simply wouldn't matter, because a growth formed by a prolonged stasis would have lasting and possibly irreversible effects. Nevertheless, every single person who goes through this state of stasis ends up with far fewer discrepancies about themselves than they had previously. In some sense, however vacant it may be, the existentialism of a dedicated stasis is the human way.

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