Wednesday, May 7, 2025

Nature or nurture?

 May 7, 2025


None of us can definitively describe, explain, or detail exactly what has made us the people that we are at this moment in time, at whatever age we each happen to be. Oh, we can look back over our lifetimes and maybe see a moment here or there that happened and that has stayed with us and influenced us along our path of life.

I have one of those. The death of my father when I was eight and a half years old was a trauma that I never fully dealt with at the time. It was a trauma that scarred me and eventually needed attention if I ever hoped to truly become as evolved/content as I could possibly be.

But that sort of thing is only a part of why we are who we are. How is it that I am the way that I am in this regard or that? How exactly did I come to be the me that I am right here and now?

Seriously, I have no clue if there is any way to determine that. Nor do I know if trying to do so is a worthwhile endeavor.

I am convinced that certain factors bear varying degrees of influence on our personal development. There are our own innate qualities, and environmental factors. Then we have who we meet, what happens to us and what we cause to happen to others. In other words, our own specific lived experiences. You are likely familiar with the question that is posed in discussing this topic: are we the product of nature or of nurture?

But the answer really is more complex than that. Because there are qualities or traits, but there are also quantities, or degrees.

I’ll use this metaphor: there are twenty-six letters in our alphabet. And if one plays scrabble, and uses an online scrabble helper, one might know that there are 34,721 seven-letter words in the English language. Because I’m anal, and because you can have 6 or 5 or 4 or even three letter words in that game, your total combinations are 77,123 words. Not to mention the add-on words that can be formed on the board.

Perhaps that’s not a proper metaphor to show you that truly, the possibilities of combinations of qualities and quantities are truly endless.

There really are few hard and fast rules when it comes to the how’s and why’s of human psychological development. If that were not true, then the children of the same two parents growing up in the same financial circumstances would not all be so different, one from the other(s).

For this reason, it’s difficult to qualify someone’s current transgressions in light of that person’s past real or imagined suffered injustices. To explain a person’s behaviour by saying, “well, he/she had a difficult childhood”, is to give a superficial pronouncement without coming anywhere near to the meat of explaining the behaviour in question.

Let me take a moment to say what should be understood by most adult human beings: most people have had difficult childhoods. The very process of growing from baby to young adult is not at all an easy row to hoe. That’s not to say there aren’t good times along the path, because just as there are trials and tribulations in life, there are also joys and laughter. But the truth is that very little in life is easy.

I believe that’s by design, and yes, that’s just my opinion.

The truth is that while we all struggle with varying degrees of challenges needing to be overcome, eventually we become adults. The very definition of becoming an adult is reaching that point in life where we ourselves take the reins of our journey into our own hands and begin to steer the course.

It is my opinion that the moment we become adults, it is up to us how we react to the trials and tribulations that befall us. The time for bemoaning poor-little-me, not-my-fault is over.

We all—every single one of us—have choices in this life, and at every turn. I believe that, too, is by design. And the truth of the matter is this: either we assume responsibility when we take those reins into our hands, or we do not. Most do, but some do not.

Or to put it another way, either we become the adults we were intended to be. Or we allow ourselves to forever after wallow and wither in the world of pubescent victimhood.

 

Love,

Morgan

http://www.morganashbury.com

http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury

 


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