The Racing of a Mind

I am a philosophic introvert who enjoys musing on most aspects of life and humanity, mostly because they often boggle my mind. I aspire to inspire similar ponderings in others so I might find companions on my journey through this world. Facebook Twitter My ancient site from the dawn of the WWW Follow this Tumblog Ask Me a Question

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How, might I ask, does encouraging the questioning of the world help if it doesn't shake one's understand enough to result in change of the same magnitude?

First, who’s to say the resulting change won’t be enough?

Second, what’s the alternative, really? Are you resigned to merely go along with the world’s flow without even trying to shake things up? I for one would rather try than not.

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“It is necessary now and then for a man to go away by himself and experience loneliness; to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself, ‘Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going?’ . . . If one is not careful, one allows diversions to take up one’s time—the stuff of life.” what does this mean

Hello! I can’t say I know Sandburg’s intention, but I would interpret it as an advisement that we shouldn’t let ourselves be completely swept away by the mundanity and banality of everyday life--we should sometimes vigilantly turn away from distractions and consider thoughts that give deeper value to our existence.

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Purging myriad collections that distracted me from loneliness, I'm surprised by how few pangs of nostalgia and hesitations hold me back. The vastest majority of me is too excited to begin new chapters with you to give fear and anxiety much sway.

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Finally got to enjoy my originally-snowed-out birthday trip to the American Museum of Natural History.

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Listen, when you grow up in a big family, with six brothers sharing five pairs of underwear, you kind of learn not to want anything for yourself.

Pat, “The Real O'Neals,” S02E15

[thequotejournals]

We need to move away from this constant need of coming across as calm, cool and collected. We weren’t built to be calm, cool, and collected. If we were, it wouldn’t feel so exhausting all the time. It would, you know, come naturally to us. You know what comes naturally to human beings though? Being open, being messy, being raw, being unfiltered, having lots of feelings. Why should we have to stifle our true nature? Let’s go after the things we want, let’s love each other brutally and honestly, and not worry about the consequences. Let’s release the feelings inside of us and let them land somewhere special. Otherwise, we might have a lifetime of longing in front of us.

Ryan O’Connell (via thequotejournals)

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Long Distance

The sun has returned and your arms are once again far from mine. The cold air wafts in and your warmth no longer blankets me. Yet with every parting my heart is fuller for the time we shared and my soul is surer that we will find our way to each other's side repeatedly until the day we stay.

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plans and dreams will carry us along until the day we realize we're already living them

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Thoughts on Passover. You wake up, with two words emblazoned on your chest: 'it’s time.' You’re gonna make a break for freedom. You will not be a slave anymore. You get out of bed, you grab your things, you run outside, and then...there you are. Free. First light of day. Behind you is your past. Everything that you came from. Everything that you thought you knew. You start running. As you run, you listen for the voice of the divine. But you hear nothing. So you stop. You listen closer. What--what is that? Is it nothing? No. It is stillness. ... To keep yourself warm, you re-tell your story of escape. You repeat it to yourself over and over again. I got out. Now you look over your shoulder. 'Is someone coming after me? Or is someone coming to save me?' ... You're waiting for a miracle. You're waiting for the sea to part. Well, that's an old miracle. So what about this: what if the miracle was you? What if you had to be your own Messiah? Then what?

“Transparent,” S03E01

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Found-er

The last time I walked these paths with this kind of chill in the air, I was a seeker.

I wasn’t sure just what I sought– what all of us seek, I imagine: belonging, acceptance, understanding. I found it in drips and drabs along my journey, enough to keep me plodding onward, despite the occasional step back.

I defined myself by the search.

As I walk here again this night, with the cool fall air stinging my throat, I’m aware that I have changed, that I need to redefine myself. A seeked-er? A searched-er? A sought-er?

I couldn’t have said what I was looking for, exactly, but I can say now, unequivocally, that it was you and the found-er you’ve let me become.

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Tall Heights -- “Learn Again”

... I didn’t know the lengths I’d go, what I’d devote in every note, I found a hill and built a cityscape. So while sometimes I forget to do the things that lovers do, take it all for granted like a night I’m sleeping through... So, sometimes I’ll awaken from a dream cold and confused, but I’ll learn again to fall in love with you. Sometimes I forget to do the things that lovers do I’ll learn again to fall in love with you. Cuz I learned, I did, I learned a thing or two.

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Ingrid Michaelson -- “Keep Warm”

Eyes on the prize and I can't capsize this time 'Cause there's somebody else in my boat Used to live alone in a tomb I made my own But now I've gone and given up my coat And it's cold outside but I'm just fine You are mine to keep warm Down down down I go On a road that I don't know But I ain't got a thing in my bag Some things you can not plan Like your hand in mine Just put your hand in mine And it's cold outside but I'm just fine You are mine to keep warm Yeah it's cold outside but I'm just fine You are mine to keep warm Sables and wine till the end of time Oh you give me much more than that Diamond rings and beautiful things Oh you give me much more than that When you smile You are mine to keep warm And it's cold outside but I'm just fine You are mine to keep warm

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Fiona: It's hard for me, talking, not picking up on the things that other people do, the uh, the signals. Like now. I can't tell if you're happy to see me, or...

Sherlock: I'm very happy to see you.

Fiona: Would you like to kiss me? Asking 'cause I'd like you to.

Sherlock: Uh, Fiona...

Fiona: I've been thinking about you. Spending time with you that day, I enjoyed it. That doesn't happen very often. Also, you're very handsome. And you smell nice--a lot of people don't.

...

Fiona: I've had boyfriends before.

Sherlock: I myself have not. Perhaps I just haven't met the right guy.

Fiona: I thought maybe you were wondering if...I don't know, sometimes people are surprised.

Sherlock: You're a remarkable woman. I assumed I was not the first person to notice that.

Fiona: I'm different too, from other women you've dated or other women you could date. It takes a little more work with me, a little more time. I know that because I've heard it from both my previous boyfriends. They were NT, neurotypical.

Sherlock: Personally, I abhor the typical. ... Does the offer to kiss you still stand?

Fiona: No. I mean it does, just not right now. I'm a little afraid.

Sherlock: I'm a little afraid too.

--"Elementary," S04E12

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When It Fits, by Amber Rubarth

from the album Good Mystery

Amber Rubarth -- “When It Fits”

I was feeling a bit off cue My friend asked where are you I said I don't even know the day And I wandered around some more Gathered some scrapes and sores Gathered some flowers along the way And you know That it comes and goes You can release your hold 'Cause when it fits right it takes no time to know And when things don't go your way And you're running against the grain And you've run out of things to do Try and remember this Maybe it's just practice For something better fit for you And you know That it comes and goes You can release your hold 'Cause when it fits right it takes no time When it feels this right, you won't think twice When it fits right it takes no time to know

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Mrs. Pascal: Who taped up the windows?

Jackie: I did. I saw it on the news.

Mrs. Pascal: That tape leaves goo. It goos up the windows.

Jackie: Goo is what tape is all about. Goo is what makes it tape instead of paper.

Mrs. Pascal: A person offers a little constructive criticism and a person gets lectured on the nature of things.

--"The House of Yes"

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Still in awe at being so close to a Van Gogh I could see every brushstroke.

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Happy people don’t make history. Happy people make children, then die.

Neil Hilborn, “Audiobook” (via im-a-weird-social-introvert) Check out the full poem here. (via buttonpoetry)