Humanity.Humanity: Complicating Simplicity.
HealingWounds heal. But scars are forever.
Blessed CurseTo derail the myth or fantasy that beautiful flesh has meaning or virtue or spiritual depth,I stand on my proverbial cracked, and broken soapbox with an audience of one who was captured by no fault of his own.Physical beauty is similar to an ultra wealthy individual who will never know if its truly love or simply shallow greed lying beside him.Is cellular allure an asset?Possibly, certainly it is a time sensitive one as the doors opened by such allurement close quickly;unless you have the staying power of compassion and intellect.Does a beautiful facade make life easier, less painful?Life within a pressurized can is excruciating.It may hurt even more to be under a microscope as all the dirty, bruising stumbles and falls of life take place.How do you have a healthy relationship when your exterior makes you subject to the base desires of our species?How do you not objectify yourself when the entire world does?Hard lessons, tougher consequences and the will to shine so bright f
Individuality and IdentityYou are individual. There is no one like you, not even your identical twin. The collection of thoughts and feelings that make you yourself are unique to you. In all of history, they have occurred only once, and they will never come around again.And yet, you still conform. You wish you could be just a little different, a bit more like so-and-so - in short, you wish that you could be different from what you are and more like everyone else. Many of you will have, at some point, wished you were someone else, or that you had the latest symbol of status, or the approval of your peers. You wish to trade away your individuality and swap it for an identity, one which proves that you are just like everyone else.The atoms that form matter are identical. There is, literally, nothing to tell them apart. Even their location isn't an accurate indicator, because at a quantum level location is just a probability. Despite that, atoms cannot occupy the same space. They repulse each other. It takes an e
Loosing YourselfDon't ever loose yourself in the crowdStand apart from the crowdAnd observe...In which direction the crowd is rushingBut don't ever let them tell you..About the Direction you should followRather decide it for yourselfIf your chosen path is the right one,You'll achieve somethingOtherwise you'll learn a priceless lesson.In this way...You'll never return empty handed.
IrrationalDo you know what pain is? Something you feel when you are hurt? A human feeling one suffers when physically afflicted? That, my friend, is where you’d be wrong.Pain is nothing more than a mental reaction, something our minds make us feel as a defensive mechanism. A way to recognize something is harmful to our bodies and prompt us to “Cease and Desist!”.If this is the case then how can we suffer pain on a mental and emotional level? Be cast into a train of thought, exposed to a certain stimulus, that cause our bodies to tire, wither and ache as if shards of glass were pushed deep into our skin?Does that not seem irrational? How can thoughts and emotions, sadness, depression, anger and even love itself, cause us very real pain? It’s madness, isn’t it?But, perhaps that is the answer: madness. We, as creatures of thought, emotions and rationality, are all very much mad. We, as human beings, are irrational and thus we feel such things.But is that such a ba
...There's always going to be that one,Who says you cant.From the time your 5,They ask what you want to grow up to be,We gave answers likePrincess,Singer,dancer,magician, wrestler..I never answered..Something always bothered my mind when they did ask....At 13 They asked again and again.. Wondering why you haven't answered.I finally gave it..The others said,Things like Doctor,News reporter,Owner of a business,Cop.But this was their second answer...Their first answers, was their dreams calling to them..We originally said things like, photographer,Gamer,Traveler,Director,Dreamer,Artist,Cook.But the second they said it,They were shot down...Told That, They had to pick something realistic..That you couldn't chase dreams forever.That They would fail.And let me tell you,To others... They were judged for being dreamers.To them, They were judged for being themselves...They hoped,and wished,and dreamed so hard, That there was a fire in there hearts filled with those passions.A
Religious PerspectiveReligion: Talking Subjectively about Objectivity.