Escapist

Mau Calindas | direwolf | dandelions

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by Y0$HlMl

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(another stormy mood)

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“You are like the stars in the heaven that blanket the vast unknown, like thousands of pearls that grace the dark sky with its beauty, like millions of gems that don the sky with their grandeur.”

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Inhumane

Hearing silence. Seeing darkness. Tasting bland fear. Feeling numb.

You...

Just disorient my senses too well.

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Wacky

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by Peter Hauri

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Flightless Bird

I was an innocent child who believed he had all the answers. I was superficial, searching for all the wrong things that I thought would bring happiness. Everyone wanted a piece of what I believed was really me. All they really wanted was to benefit from the person I blindly thought myself to be.

When I realized my own delusion of myself, and who I am, I began to change into the person I truly am, the person I want to be, the person I've always been, but couldn't see through the eyes of my own unawareness. Confused, I sought a way to make sense of my confusion, my pain. Desperately, I clung to anything to help confirm who I am. I wanted all this pain to be just in my mind, not real. Am I the ‘me’ I think I am? I don't have that internal strength I need. I'm jealous of blissful ignorance. It is better to not have to deal with my demons. And this is so hard to come to terms with - who I thought I was versus who I really am. Did I lose myself? I can lose myself so easily. All it takes is a crutch to ease this pain. This pain is endless, my safety exists only when I'm alone in my safe place. I enable my self-pity. But can't ignore it forever. I know that I can't forever hide, but the temptation is so inviting to forget the pain away. The pain always creeps back in. It ruins everything I know isn't, but want to believe, is true. I try to forget, so many ways, any way to make me believe I am masking my hurt away, using a pleasant veil so maybe they will believe. Then maybe I can, too. Am I the ‘me’ I think I am? I don't have the strength to fight it anymore. I'm aware, but the awareness is so painful. But maybe I can just lose myself, one more temporarily gratifying time. All it takes is a crutch to ease this pain.

[tessbegg]

Nothing beats a nice cold smoothie after a swim💦 Açai bowl + added mango, passionfruit, dates, berries & chia seeds😛😛🤘🏻 #vegan

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by jakubbarcik

“Misty Forest”

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Shark Fin Cove, Santa Cruz

Flickr | Ig: bestnorthwest

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Life is a beach.

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Lily Paddling by Heather Grieve

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Pathway by Josh Kemp Smith

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The Road Not Taken

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Into the Mountains by Achintha Maddumabandara Alberta, Canada

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#day 667 #daily #sketch #challenge #art #illustration #sketchbook #drawing #doodle

We were reading a story in class about a worm that was a stowaway (title) of the ark. It was satirical and critiqued Noah and the abrahamic gods’ actions and decisions. It painted them in a less than stellar light, partly because the worm was “unwanted,” and observed Noah to be more of an alcoholic follower without common sense. I joked that the worm is like the Buddha of the animal kingdom, because of it’s logical and rational skepticism. So the professor asks, what was the point of writing this? And then he asked me more about Buddhas life and decisions and why he was akin to the worm. The answer to the Buddha-half of the question, is something I’m ready to confront as well in the upcoming days and weeks:

During Buddhas time, there had already been at least 3,000+ years head start in cultivating what a God is and isn’t and how to approach or become one. Somewhere along those lines, the people fell out of touch and started embracing a self-identity-attached to the senses. His understanding is-well, a lot like my critiques of modern neo/marketed spiritualism: we want the fruit without doing the work. Buddhas m.o. Was to essentially return to core, root fundamentals- the inescapable formula. It wasn’t a new philosophy, but it was repackaged so that anyone could embrace it. Additionally there was an arguably richer and diverse pantheon of eastern schools, but once again, people’s actions were not culminating in resonance. Thinking without action is like… A man that only talks about dreams. What Buddha added was the philosophical yang to the yin, the opposite of what was already there; because the opposite was highly necessary. The opposite is always necessary. To understand the sun, we understand the feeling of the rain, but then again some people just enjoy the rain more than the sun. Buddhas philosophy was the rain, it broke out of orthodoxy and achieved the same feeling. Much like the worms critical observations. The worm would’ve been hanged because of heresy in certain parts of the world… But nonetheless the worms critique is “necessary,” because it exists.

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Skyline Of Vancouver, BC

“Skyline of Vancouver with the mountains in the background”. Photo by Vincent Demers.

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by Marvin King

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Niccolò dell'Arca, Lamentation over the Dead Christ (detail), 1462-3