I wondered

Nothing to worry about

[themanwhoaskedwhy]

Will you miss anything from the last state you lived in

Everywhere I go I leave behind fond memories, there for me to visit when the wind blows me that way again...

[themanwhoaskedwhy]

Being yourself, being true to yourself, is about overcoming the fears which chain you to expecation and security, the ones which prevent you from acting on your desires, the cries your soul make to do unexpected acts which would, if performed, fill you with joy.

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Compass

    There is nothing greater a person can strive to be, than someone who knows exactly who they are, because they have chosen precisely to be that person. It is to be able to defend effortlessly and instantly against any challenge of virtue, because your virtue is your own, inspired, defined, and crafted, by you alone.

    To stand tall before all judgement proud and confident you must at some point ask yourself the question, who will you be?

    Thereafter, you must endeavor for your every action to be your retort.

[themanwhoaskedwhy]

Obstacles keep us from our goals only in the short term; they provide the challenges we need to grow stronger and reach what we strive for. Each challenge overcome makes us more capable of achieving what we desire, without them, we would remain feeble.

[themanwhoaskedwhy]

What is your favorite thing in the world

Infatuation

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A Sliver of Night

Oh, the nightimes glamour, when frosted grasses sparkle, and dark sky around me softly glows

Where shadow has no meaning, and darkness becomes king, Footsteps gentle rhythm sound alone

Treetops whisper stories, as dry leaves scratch the ground The face of the pale man nowhere found

A shiver creeps upon you, the greeting of the night its cold embrace seeps into the bones

The stars infinite glory, the deep blue vacant globe, A sea of endless beauty far as time can go

With breath a cloud of vapor, and chill consuming all No peaceful moment elsewhere strikes so bold

[themanwhoaskedwhy]

We are sick because our societies are broken, our societies are broken because we are sick.

[themanwhoaskedwhy]

I feel the boundaries of my intelligence as walls within which I squirm with claustrophobia.

[themanwhoaskedwhy]

Emotion is the fuel for logic, the machine.

[themanwhoaskedwhy]

Your soul is beautiful.

I still don't know what to say to this.

[themanwhoaskedwhy]

A bit ago I was pretty drunk and I wrote this letter to myself. I want to share it because I could have written a similar one to many people in my life.

I’m serious.

Absorb your conclusion. You will never be ready, you will never be perfect, you will never be complete, and that is how it should be, how you want it.

You are worthy now because of your desire to grow, and the effort you put into doing so. You will always be worthy as long as these things are true, and sometimes even when they are not.

Keep your high standards, they serve you, but do not strangle your source of life for not meeting them, or you will never live.

I know you try to love yourself. I know it does not work because your feelings intercede.

I am the part of you who truly loves you. This is what I want for you, what I know is best, what you know you need.

Seek confidence by your own definition. It isn’t far away, and in the meantime do not be ashamed of your sloppy feeble self. All are imperfect. Those who are worthy are those who try to grow. We are all chained by our own limits. Despite your selfish, unfair standards the best are those who push them, even if their potential falls short.

I love you.

Please, live, be you now. The future will not wait for the present. It never will.

[themanwhoaskedwhy]

Exhaustion is what it is to have lived.

[themanwhoaskedwhy]

Just tell me how to move my legs, I'll figure out how to walk. Show me how these wings work, I'll learn to fly.

[themanwhoaskedwhy]

Thanks for being my friend for awhile. I haven't forgotten about you. v.v

You were a dream I woke from, far too early.

[themanwhoaskedwhy]

      The most remarkable thing about humans is the depth of our emotion, how we can feel pain, fear, sorrow, infatuation, joy, excitement. We can know such great tragedy, feel the weight of horrific injustice, the thrill of monumental victory, the wholesome bliss of being surrounded by warmth and earnest love. All while we are so fragile, and in an instant, we die, and it’s gone. It’s nothing. Every moment of weakness we throw all of our energy into, forcing ourselves to be strong, every obstacle we struggle to overcome, every shivering moment of pitiful strife, all the effort we pour out to reach our goals just inches away, from the most deserving person, to the least, suddenly meaningless.

[themanwhoaskedwhy]

Progress is driven by our instinctual desire to exert less energy. Technology has allowed us to create a society where we can exert much less than what our bodies were designed for. As a result, we have become sick and frail.

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The pain which comes from truth is a burden worth bearing