#deepthought

[thewanderingnebula]

ARE WE REAL?

Are we really living in the world we think we are?

Sometimes it feels like the simulation theory could be true. It's strange to think that we might just be characters in someone's game.

People often say that we're the heroes or heroines of our own lives. But I've never fully believed that.

If I were truly the protagonist of my story, wouldn't things be a little easier?

Or maybe being the protagonist was never about having an easy life.

I don't know.

What do you think?

[ebubekiracar]

Kutbüddin Şirazi “Göz, sadece görmez; anlam arar.”

• Kalbe:

“Bilim, kalbin sezgisiyle birleştiğinde hikmete dönüşür.”

Şirazi, hem hekim hem filozof hem de sufi idi. Onun kalbi, hem gözlem hem gönül ile doluydu.

• Gönülle:

“Bir yıldızın ışığı, bir hakikatin işaretidir.”

Sadreddin Konevî’nin öğrencisi olarak tasavvufla derinleşti. Gönül gözüyle bakıldığında, onun ilmi bir manevi yolculuktur.

• Akla:

“Işık, hem fiziksel hem metafiziktir.”

İbn Heysem’in optik teorilerini geliştirdi. Gökkuşağının oluşumunu bilimsel olarak açıklayan ilk Müslüman alim oldu.

Astronomi, matematik, tıp ve felsefede derinleşti.

• Bilime:

Fethü’l-Mennân, Nehcü’l-Eflâk, Dürretü’t-Tâc gibi eserleriyle bilim ve düşünceye yön verdi.

Semerkand ve Tebriz’de kadılık yaptı, Anadolu’da ilimle hizmet etti.

Göz hastalıkları üzerine çalıştı, ışığın kırılması ve yansıması üzerine deneyler yaptı.

• Bilgiye:

Kudrettin Şirazi’nin mirası bize şunu öğretir:

Gerçek bilgi, hem gökyüzünü hem gönül derinliğini aydınlatır.

Onun kalemi, sadece yazmadı; ışığı anlamaya çağırdı.

[eternal-happiness-by-imagination]

My problem is, I have no problem sitting with something to try and make it beautiful.

[asilaaspirations]

I ✨don’t ✨have ✨to✨ read ✨your✨ mind ✨to know ✨your✨ next ✨move

-inner voice

[the-spirit-of-quotev]

also wtf my first tumblr post was about dead bugs' ghosts???

[florida-lou]

If you bring no value to the table, you won’t be invited.

[askwholehearted]

Really makes sense when you think about it. 

[ladycardinaljen]

Entry 25 - What is Life?

5/12/22

What a pathetic title, yet so perfectly ordained for this exact topic. Today I felt off. Maybe it was because I have spent the past few weeks in my two rooms (my den and my art studio) doing pretty much nothing. This sounds so lazy, and wasted, right? Maybe it was lazy, or carefree, but I have needed this detox for some time now. Only possibly unimaginable things can happen to someone when they feel lonely. That disconnect. That relish of attraction towards the time you have to yourself. Free from everybody and everyone pretty much. It sounds like the dream. But is it? I must start by saying I am no means a lazy person. In such statements I feel like the word lazy is over-generalized. We look to those with discipline and work ethic like warriors at the front of a victorious soon-to-be battle. Like the base of success gives value to one, and therefore those who pend this ironless task like a three wielding smithman, they are good and those are bad. Now before I go on any further, I am not praising the value of underness. In any such case I am saying you do what you are only meant to do. So if someone doesn’t have any higher aspirations or dreams must lack in self-interest and is therefore “lazy”. This stigma is total nonsense. “Being lazy” demands a lot of negative attention, and for good reason. It is often marginalized by sexism and other such boasts yet truth deems merit when it comes to this: Prohibiting someone else’s worth, value, effort, time, spendings, ambitions for your own sake of a lazy lifestyle is not a glamor chamber of amusement but rather a torturing rack built by none other than you. When you allow yourself the world but use it at the expense of others it is a selfish demise, and a repertory one at that.

But allowing yourself the nature to sit back for a moment in silence as the world that’s whooshed around you has become sickening and fearsome. The time you have to enjoy the things you’ve always wanted to do; play a video game, watch a movie or more, construct puzzles, enjoy a fine meal, enjoy any meal, relax, be calm, sleep more, don’t change for a few days, shower or bathe, it’s really not as hideous as you would imagine. It allows your energy levels to rise further than you would imagine they did, and then BAM. Like an explosion. Everything makes sense. At least in your reality. Your reality is this: YOU ARE AN ARTIST! Arise with creativity, and spark, and hope, and truly allow yourself to fly freely in this world. It comes with a great time limit. Like a race to the clock. But slow down! You can’t emerge too fast. It’s like swallowing an entire candy bar whole. Take your time, when you can.

Then the fostering agents of my mind step in and say, “This here, discipline is needed and hope is given. You are worthy. Now you must commit. Obey these laws and you have figured out your own art.” I, the artist, ponder on this often. My time spent doing whatever it is I have done has not been with waste but great interest. An investment into a unique place, my imagination, where I can write, think, paint, draw, photograph, film, and create. It is mine, and it belongs to you, the world to see.

So what exactly happened? Today I took my pain of the self-loathing I have done to create an intricate system where I both needed that time and must push against it. I recorded tireless ideas for my films, stories, and books. Filling in the gaps to stories that have been written and focusing on an angle that is a direct approach to the story with meaning. Everything is finite. It happens for a reason until the inventory has been diminished. Cleverly. Approached with artistic insight and idealistic views. The stories are coming together like a painting being created. Only for me it’s several all at once. This is not a waste of time. I am investing in my future. I would recommend you to do the same thing if you can.