I was digging around in my closet the other day when I came upon a small stuffed girl doll that I had completely forgotten about; it’s as if, until I found her again she had ceased to exist. It got me thinking about what it means to ’be’. You know, does existence depend on acknowledgement?
So, I went to the library where I found a book called Being and Time written by Martin Heidegger. He starts off by saying Being isn’t a thing so it can’t be defined by logic. Well, I found that fairly confusing: How can something be without………..? But then as I continued reading it all started to make sense: If I am a Being in the process of being-in-the-world and sometimes being-for-others but being careful not to be inauthentic in being so (and might be better off being alongside instead) it would seem my Being is being conscious of being a Being and by being a Being I know for a fact that I am, indeed a Being.
I went home my head spinning all the way. I took the little doll out of the closet and set her on my dresser where she would always be in plain sight. There, she will always be for me, that is as long as I am, I guess.