Existence is a collective “perhaps.” Perhaps because, we are not really sure about what is going to happen tomorrow or the day after. Our “day afters” depend solely on our doubts, whether we shall pursue something we desire, or shall we let it pass. It is this “perhapsness” that captures the essence of living. On a daily basis, we deal mostly with making decisions; thus making “perhaps” a day-today-concept. Life is in its constant state of “Perhaps”. But if what you’ve done, or your decision has affected your life on a negative note, perhaps. Perhaps there is “goodness” in its negative form. You just have to see it as a challenge, not as a flaw. Use that negativity to bounce back, retaliate, and rise; and who knows. Perhaps.
A revisit to a place where spatial distortion happens; where morose is not literal but an imaginative construct, and bliss as the dominant state of mind and of the soul; purposed as an escape from the oblivious strings of realism.
As humans, we have an Insurmountable desire for knowledge. We go to places, we dive into the world of words, for what? The search for the intangible stuff. There is no limit to knowledge, as the universe is unlimited. They say, “the sky is the limit”.
What happened when Icarus flew too close to the sun? This is the argument. Despite the limitless universe and what it has to offer, we as humans have our limits. Unlike knowledge, we are tangible; we are bound to break. Yes, we are free to know as much as we want, but too much of it can also signify the downfall of humanity. This is non-literal ,of course. The point is, too much knowledge can be harmful. You are bound to cross lines that you aren’t supposed to. Keep your feet on the ground, that is the essence. Too much of everything is bad, so cliche but still holds its pure thought. The idea is, life itself is a metaphor. You only realize the truth behind it when you are cognitively equipped. When you learned too much, you will still end up like the average learner; to realize that everything that we have, everything that we know, will all end in ashes.
Have you ever felt so lonely that you question yourself why so? See, this is the thing about life; a life where you can’t remain pleased all of the time. Yes, a lot of people may say that being lonely is a choice.
I agree with this.
See, loneliness is an emotional state when you feel like you’re not a part of this world. It may come and go, such as nature suggests life would be. I have learned this as I grew up, being the only person to be sent away among my friends and more importantly, my family. I have to say that feels like hell, like every morning you wake up, and realize that they are nowhere near your place. It feels horrible. It gives me heartburns seeing them together and I’m the only one being left out. It makes me happy seeing them happy, but sometimes you just have to say, God. I’m so far away from them. It sucks. What’s worse is that you can’t do anything about it.
I have this habit of telling everyone that I am okay to shroud their worries in mist. This is so because I don’t want them to know that I am in pain, that I am morose. I don’t want them to feel worried, because I don’t like the idea of me causing extra weight to their emotional burdens.
Sometimes to ease the pain brought about by loneliness, I just look at the stars. Looking at them provides me an escape; that these stars somehow gather everyone together, as we are all under the same constellations. A song greatly captures the essence of what I’m saying, which sings “I can see the stars from America, I wonder do you see them too?”. Looking at the stars bring me closer to them with the belief that the stars that I am capable to percieve, are also the ones they see.
Say, there are two entities separated by geography. If spatial distance is already in play, compensating the infliction of that distance by temporal means should be made in some way. If that is so, then an alteration to the existing temporal order would be necessary.
If one of the entities take advantage of the other, the inflicted may arrive at an actualization wherein an expected crestfallen feeling is inevitable.
The most horrible feeling ever. Like when you’re expecting something very nice but then you think of all the possibilities that something bad might happen?
Ughhhhh fuckin feeling makes me wanna wham mah brain for overthinking too much.
"Just go with the flow?" NO. Fuck that shit. Mainstream current is against my alignment.
"Some people are so intelligent all they could think of is money."
"Set yourself free from the expectations of others, and never feel guilty or embarrassed if you do not live up to their standards."