
Have you ever found yourself in the middle of a heated argument… with yourself? Perhaps one part of you is advocating for a double-chocolate fudge sundae while the other is desperately reminding you about your latest commitment to a healthy diet. Welcome to the fascinating world of the inner monologue, or more accurately, the inner dialogue—because yes, sometimes it feels like a full-blown debate in there.
If I’m being totally honest, that debate is quite tiresome sometimes.
I wonder, sometimes, why do we have two voices in our head.
Conscious and sub conscious.
The heart and the mind.
The rational part and the irrational past.
The empathetic one and the logical one.
In this maze of choices we call life, why the hell are there two voices in my head too?
I really want to be a writer. I'm working to hone my skills. I know I can be one but "What if I don't?"
See even while writing this I'm again met by this second voice. This old lady in my head. The first one was enough in this whole scenario but then there's another one. For me, I'm always taunted by someone so judgmental, so pathetically obsessed with perfection that I can't do anything. Like literally anything. Then on the top of it all, I want to be a writer. For god's sake, that profession is the core of amateurness. (if that's even a word)
The second voice in my head is a judgemental Old Hag. She's pessimistic. She doesn't believe an absolute failure like me can be capable of achieving anything in life, ever. She thinks I should be a professional at everything without ever failing. She thinks if I'm not excellent at something I have just started doing. I'll never be.
Khair coming back to the point. Why is there a second opinion in our heads too? Life is so confusing as it and then the debates we have with ourselves. Give me a break already.
Then there's the mind and the heart. All the logical choices are made by the brain and all the illogical ones, seemingly less beneficial ones are made by the heart.
News flash, your heart is only capable of pumping blood. Brain decides everything, all the choices, all the decisions. That pumper doesn't have to do anything with it. Whats so special about heart anyway? How did humans made peace with the fact that heart is the behind all the illogical choices? Usually, humans are the creatures who work only with facts. Then how did heart enter the equation? When did that happen?
Why aren't the lungs, pancreas, liver, intestines or any other organ ever blamed? Every one of them is equally important to survive except kidneys, you can live with one of those, I guess.
The phenomenon of having "two voices" in our head is actually pretty normal and can be explained by the brain's complex structure. The brain has different regions responsible for various functions, including decision-making and impulse control. When these regions interact, it can feel like you’re hosting an inner committee meeting. Literally.
My point is, that there should be just one voice in our heads. I say I want to be a writer, that's it. I start working towards it and there is no second-guessing myself, my choices. No deleting drafts because of that judgmental hag. No assuming stuff about other people.
After doing some research I have found something pretty interesting. While it might seem like having two voices in your head is a one-way ticket to Crazy Town, it actually serves a valuable purpose. This internal dialogue helps us weigh pros and cons, consider different perspectives, and ultimately make more informed decisions. Without this mental banter, we are likely find yourself either living recklessly or becoming a paralyzed overthinker.
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About the Creator
Mal
Just another stuck soul who found writing as an outlet.
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Comments (1)
Rather I had many voices. Liked your work.