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I have answers for problems unquestioned.
An Interesting way to use time.
We are constantly living in the present, second by precious second. Our memory is the only thing that gives us perception of the past. It doesn’t exist. So what happens in the present, therefore, is the only important and truly perceivable idea we should deal with. We use time to get results in the future. The future is nothing but the distant present. Outcomes come eventually no matter what, yet using our time in the past we can persuade our future to change. Space churns with or without us. Yet we make our worlds so small, it would seem time stands still sometimes, because by personal perception, it does. Time actually stands still if we let it. It just depends how many people are viewing time. The point. We spend so much time worrying about our problems and due dates, deadlines and cut offs, yet it all seems so insignificant when it gets here. Once the climax hits, it’s over. Midterms are finished, the girl said no to the date, the girl bitching about not having a boyfriend stops, because now she does. Everything comes to a beginning. Where there is a stop, there is a go. In the beginning, everything seems new and fresh, like it never happened before. This is not the truth though, purely perception. It’s what you are used to stopping and a foreign event taking place. But once that becomes the norm, it is back to complaining, except this time about the “new” chapter in your life. We are insatiable. We are creatures of greed, never satisfied. We must complain, worry or emote about something. It is human nature to be unsatisfied. Those who who do not fully understand yet are trapped in this vicious cycle. It is not easy to break out, in fact it is impossible. But it is possible to perceive it, instead of rambling on and on mindlessly while it effects the world around us. Self awareness is detrimental to being a decent human being, in our society that is. So often do we not care who is listening, but only that we are talking. Grow up. So simply put, grow the fuck up. Realize what is being said, and who it is said to. Respect your fellow humans, don’t ramble about things they don’t want to hear nor can they help you with, especially if you refuse to take their advice. But before I ramble too hard… Use the time you are given wisely. Love your impatience and anxiousness, the feeling is better than the climax. Satisfaction is never satisfying. Don’t complain and. Live your opinion about impatience, we all know, but we don’t all care. Tell those who can do something about your impatience. Use your time wisely and enjoy the ride, because before you know it, you will look back on your journey, and realize how much life you lived with your eyes shut.
When I say jump...
Why is it when I say jump, we ask why? Why can’t we just do it? Thought is the downfall of man. Thought is the reason we think a poem is stupid, a drawing is bad, a song sounds wrong. Thought is entropic self critique; we always end up contradicting ourselves. Maybe it’s just me, but I always think back to moments when I though I said something funny, but then later realize it was stupid. Why is this? Most likely because it seems wrong in the new circumstances. I was right to say it when it was said, but now it is wrong. Time is funny like that. My english teacher said someone interesting about books, that when you read a book, like a page or chapter day by day, your mood is always different, so the book reads different. If you’re mad, you might not pity the characters as much then on a day when you are happy. You might not think something is as funny as it should be. How can we decide what our personality is if we are constantly in different moods? Is it the most dominant mood? Is it the most liked by others mood? There is no deciding factor! No one can decide unless you can. Once again, a tangent. Thank god for titles. We think too much, and it ruins our actions. We are afraid of unwanted outcomes. But to be honest, embarrassment is just another emotion that is apart of being human. We should not fear our emotions, we should embrace them, because they are just another part of life. Extreme sadness, euphoria, frustration, rage… All beautiful emotions that are just as important as going on roller coasters and traveling the world. We must take our brains for a spin and “see what these babies can do.” Sometimes we need to hurt just to remember we are alive, and that there is more to life than just blind happiness. Too much of one thing is drowning. We need a gulp of water then a gasp of air to truly be grateful. So embrace blind action. Don’t ask why you’re jumping; just jump.
Specialization
In the beginning of society, man slowly noticed some were better at hunting then others, where some were better farmers and thinkers. Specialization. It was the detrimental factor in our society. It made our society great, and relatively fast. I drove past an old Chevy truck with two big red lights on the back today. These two lights served as everything for signals; backing up, braking and turn signals. No specialization. Just two monster powered lights that did everything. Not electronically efficient at all, if the light burned out, you lose everything. Nowadays, we have a different light for every turn brake and direction we go in. It saves power, and makes it safer if one burns out. Specialization. If one guy in our society ran the country, built all the cars and performed all the surgeries, if something happened to him we’d all be… Well we’d be fucked. Luckily, everyone does something different, and we have seemingly master specialization. Here lies the issue. You used to have to buy a guitar to play guitar, buy a computer to go on the internet, buy a camera to take a picture and get a game boy to play a video game. Specialization. Now, our society has built these monster machines that do it all. Now I love my iPad, but now that I have one, everything rides on it. It is my president/slash/doctor/slash/engineer. Is this back pedaling? Our society has forgotten that no specialization is a no no. We put so much on these computers and machines, we trust them with our money, our social connects, our friends, our data and thoughts. We put it all in one place, and that just makes it so easy to fall. What’s going to cause more damage, the one giant nuke on the plain, or the million firecrackers scattered across? We seem to be losing sight of how important specialization is. Just imagine if the Internet shut down tomorrow. Hell would break lose. We have created a monster, a giant, massive clusterfuck of information that we would plug our pacemakers into if we could. Does it need to be fixed or stopped? I have no idea. But we’re all along for the ride, whether we like it or not.
Reality vs illusion
In our lives, we are encountered by many situations that make us uncomfortable, upset, distressed, and even traumatized. We, as humans, do not seem to take change very well, or at least as well as we should. We live in a reality created by our society, something that is real to us is considered simply the norm, cars driving up and down streets, kids walking obnoxiously but peacefully throughout the hallways, and life seems well. When someone witnesses a violent brawl or is involved in a car accident, they say the whole experience was “unreal.” Why do we say this? Well, just through the use of these words, we can find explanation. It is not real. It is a traumatic illusion, or at least our brains tricking us into believing it is. Some faster than others smooth out these bumps in their life with the brain’s passive ability to put things behind us, in our past, and move back into the norm. Our brains are accustomed to predictability, in fact, unpredictability is the main reason for a lot of emotions and experiences our bodies either fear or get pleasure from. The reason scary movies are so scary is because there is an extreme unpredictable factor in the situation. We find the killers and monsters in these movies so frightening because in a situation on the screen where our brains would never expect a guy to run out and murder everyone in a small town or a possessed doll to wreak havoc in a building, they do. And our brains say, “No way, I don’t like that, that is not the way it always was.” If we lived in a world where murders in black cloaks wielding knives ran the street everyday, we probably wouldn’t find it so shocking. And in that case, we’d probably watch movies where nothing happens except a normal day, and it was creep us the hell out. If that example didn’t help, imagine switching the life of a prisoner in a jail with an accountant. The prisoner would be pissed and destroy the office because it is so bleak, dull and uncontrolled. The accountant would probably piss himself and mope around in his cell all day. All this because their brains, which would predict that when they went to bed the night before, they’d wake up to the same day, was instead given the slip and put into a world of zero compatibility with their mindset, a world of unpredictability, a world of illusion. Illusion seems like a world that should only be used to describe a magic trick or 3D tv’s, but its meaning is much more dynamic and open than that. Illusion is unpredictability. The concept that the norm is gone, and that our minds are changing, for better or worse. If a couple adopts a kid and raises that child in their household as their kid no questions asked, is that an illusion? Is that child growing up with their head clouded by lies to protect their sanity? So they can feel just like every other kid on the block? Or is it reality? Is it the child’s reality, the world that they live in, believe in, confide in, survive in? Obviously to someone outside looking in, this is illusion. It is far from the truth they know, and they themselves growing up with two parents that did belong to them genetically in a nuclear family, of course they see this as abnormal. It is out of their norm. Though to the child with adopted parents, when he is finally revealed the truth behind his life, he will most likely break down. Just like when the murderer in a horror movie takes his first victim, the illusion of reality is shattered, and the game has begun. His mind will reel, he will feel the adrenaline of his normal life crashing, and most likely, in layman’s terms, flip a shit. In the short run, he is likely to cling onto his seemingly perfect life and the way it once was, attempting to cover himself with the illusion once again. These attempts for the most part will be futile, only lasting short whiles, until his brain either accepts the inevitable truth, or breaks down to something different. Overall, he has been taken out of his comfort zone, which is the key to finding the truth in illusion vs reality. You can only realize illusion when it is contrasted to your reality. Now, everyone has different realities, we all live in different worlds, in the way that we all experience it differently. The reason ghosts are real and not real at the same time. Things are real to us when the people we think are real think it is real as well. Would someone be an illusion if everyone believed they were? Wouldn’t the person believe that they were not real, because of all of the evidence leading to that conclusion? We question the unreal when it is out of our comfort zones, outside of our regular predictability. We know there is a possibility that we will die everyday, but since it hasn’t happened for so long, we begin to believe that it can’t happen. We also don’t attempt to risk our lives everyday either, so the idea and thought of death gets pushed to the back of our brains. We don’t think about it to the extent of how possible it actually is. This makes the thought of dying an illusion, where for someone who is close to death slowly realizes the possibility of it, and realizes it exponentially. Soon enough, they will come to accept it when given the proper amount of time. Early death is devastating. It is scarier than the murderer in a movie, or the car crash that rattles us. It is the car crash everyday. It is being forced to watch the murderer everyday. The day our parents tell us we were adopted. It is our realities being permanently changed. In this case, for mostly worse. Fear in a movie and in an accident that leaves us shaken is different than the fear of death. Life reverts after the movie is over and once the car is fixed and you are healed up. Death doesn’t go back. It changes everything. It is not an experience that can be recalled as a memory, it is a known fact; your brain predicts you will eat something today, you will go to school or work, and that person is gone. What once was an illusion has now become reality. A life being removed from your world is the feeling of that once pushed to the back of your head reality-turned-illusion, rushing to the front and reverting. And it hurts. You knew the reality was inevitable, but it hadn’t happened in so long that you had forgotten it was possible, and in your own mind turned it impossible. So. Illusion versus Reality. There is no precedent. Our realities show their faces in ways that we need to slowly come accustomed to. For the hour and a half you watch your horror movie, you ARE expecting a murderer to pop out at any moment. If you can adjust to it fast enough, you will be less shocked. That movie will be your reality for the time it is on. The idea of illusion was created by the man who didn’t believe in your reality, and in turn, by you who didn’t believe in his. Illusion and reality is good and evil. It is based on perspective and personal belief. Reality and illusion are not wrong and right, reality and illusion are relative.
Perfect World...
In a perfect world, everyone gets what they want. It is night for those who want darkness, light for those who want light. The weak never have to test their strength, and the strong never deal with testing their wits. It’d be nice for everyone to get exactly what they want, if only it was possible. Desires conflict with others’ fears and sins. If their is no such thing as perfect politics, how do they exist in a perfect world? Impossibilities. How can their be impossibilities in a perfect world? Overall, because perfection itself is an impossibility. The only way for the world to be perfect, to a tee, would be if everyone wanted the same things. And a life without diversity is not a life at all. Existence with perfection is pointless, and dull. It is easier, and more exciting to be content, to adapt, grow, and coexist with the imperfections we are faced with everyday. Our imperfections, on a persona level, give us character, they define us, warn others, explain us better than we can explain ourselves. Imperfection is based on perspective of those who look upon us. Their perspective is based on their imperfections. A puzzle piece is imperfect alone, but added to another piece, their is one imperfection removed. We should not ask for a perfect life, or an easy life for that matter. We must ask for goals, aspirations, and obstacles in our way. we are born with nothing, but our time on Earth allows us to die with something. To earn something. To experience for ourselves, not just take experiences from others. Make our own stories instead of re-telling old ones. To build our own selves. To give other people the truth about ourselves. Reflection is reclusive. Make memories, don’t replicate them. Do not try to build a perfect world with old materials. Do not live in a perfect world. Live in your world.
On love...
Love is not what anyone thinks it is. Love is the thing is the corner of your eye you will never gaze upon in perfect clarity. Love is jumping out of a plane without a parachute, and somehow being one hundred percent sure you’ll fly. Love grows with you. Love can hide for years and pop out when you least expect it. Love is as unique as the person you are. Love is not a relationship. Love is not for a person, it is for the feeling of love. We have nothing to love but love itself. It is ultimate forgiveness. Going against everything you knew was right to make nothing wrong is love. It is irrational. It is pathetic. Enticing. Addicting. Love is a drug. Love doesn’t care if the odds are slim, or the going is tough. It doesn’t let you give up. It’ll make you hate yourself one minute, and feel like the only person alive the next. It is magic. It is an infinite definition of intangibility. Love, is fear.
On life..
Life is pointless. Life is pointless unless you give your life a point. Reach for a goal, fix something that is wrong. No one truly cares what you do what your life unless it affects them directly, in a good or bad way. For the most part, others will only seem to care for their own personal benefits. We thrive on smiles and thank you’s. All we want is what we want. It is impossible not to be selfish. Living life around the right people is the only way to shield yourself from this truth. Live in the fog of those similar to you. Live blind from your greed, and meaning will shine through. The better you can hide it from yourself, the better you can hide it from others. There is nothing wrong with being selfish, because it is not wrong to be human. We are the oddest breed of creature. We have the most variable live styles, mating patterns, diseases, personalities, society and perspective than any other creature. We are sentient. In some ways, we do not belong on this Earth, but damn it we’re here. The societies we’re born into give us the foundation of what we should be looking for in life, just know your triumphs will not always be seen as such by your peers. Take pride in your being and the world will follow. The only important thing about your life that is controllable but assuringly tangible is your experience, no matter what it is. Do whatever you want with your life, just remember there are others on Earth trying to do whatever they want with theirs.
On death..
Death is god. Death is not the end, it is equality. It is pure, simple and miniscule. We are born as popping, bubbling, cell-dividing beings that live in a constant dynamic. We never stop growing, thinking, moving. Long lasting bursts of energy that move about the world in orderly fashions, manipulating and leaving impressions on other energies. We are lightning striking the Earth, slowed down a million-fold. Scattering across grids and planes, then disappearing in split seconds. Death is giving back, reimbursing the universe of its borrowed energies. We do not deserve to be alive, but by chance of physics, energy likes to be conducted. Atoms enjoy being configured into beings so they can attempt to perfect themselves and survive. Fear of death comes from the end of being removed from something we have become so comfortable with. But our minds, personalities, energies were all borrowed. Death waits to reclaim us like a mother picking up her son from day care. We had a chance to play with toys that don’t belong to us, interact with others we would have never known due to our placement, and experience life in a location that does not belong to us. The elements that make up human construction simply do not have a duty to be human, but just give them a break from being nothing. In a world where we do not have a choice in where we’re born or who we end up being, death is ultimately assuring that we really are just random energy trying to wreak some havoc before our spark burns out.
An open letter to teenagers (of all ages)
Dear teenagers, Hello. Lol. A quick warning to you all, and though it maybe too late, you have entered what me and a friend call “limbo” for your life. I have been enlightened to realize, as a teenager, we are all in the in between times. A place where we are too old for that and not responsible enough for this. And it has very much to do with where we come from. Your current lifestyle is more frivolous than it ever will be, pretend all you want this isn’t true. Go ahead and talk to someone who is truly “grown up,” for you don’t have to be a teenager to be a teenager. There are some who live in limbo. But I’m rambling. Ask the question : what can I do about this? Well, besides from waking the fuck up, educate yourself. Take a step back from who you think you are, and examine. Even Jesus had an ego. No matter what, someone is going to think you’re being selfish. An “attention seeking whore,” if you will. But, if there is no happy medium, become confident in your ego, but modest. You don’t have to care what people think, but you should care what they feel. Just please, for the sake of society, be yourself. Our society does not frown upon the superficial, but it should. Individuality makes the world a better place to live in. If everyone was the same, would you bother going out and meeting people. Spin the wheel, get the same prize every time. Getting a chance to meet someone new is awesome and a privilege, talk to someone for at least enough time for them to make a first impression, no matter how odd or wrong they may seem. Give the benefit of the doubt to your fellow man. And if you have trouble knowing who you really are, talk to your childhood influences and friends, parents and teachers. You were an established human being a long time ago, social evolution has just warped and built on you. Whatever you take from my humble letter, enjoy what you have and work towards the better; we exist only in the present, and one day it won’t matter anymore, but it does today. sincerely, Is my name on this thing?
We continue to do bad things even though we know they’re bad, because if we stopped doing them altogether, eventually we’d forget why we stopped.
You can try the best you can ; the best you can is good, good enough.
Radiohead's "Optimistic"
People might be single because no one has had the courage to try to be with them, but it's probably because they're crazy.
Going through a harsh break up shouldn't be an excuse to be afraid of getting into another relationship ; it should make you twice as ready to jump into a new one, because you know you can handle the worst possible outcome.
Love is just an excuse for people to have sex with the same person over and over again.
Things are only awkward if you think they're awkward.
You can be the most important person in the world, depending how big you make your world.