.owt ni tihgRI wish I could go back in time.
And no, not to see dinosaurs.
No, I do not want to go to fix my mistakes.
I just want to watch humans evolve.
Because I know that from the start we were made in order to divide. You know, like right in two. Taking two halves of the resources, split them with the sharp stone blade. Divide all you have instead of uniting.
We all have the reason, but since we’re the ones who called it reason is it truly what we say it is? Our “reason” as we call it is to survive. But not as the mass, but rather as the individual. Everything we do on a daily basis comes back to benefiting ourselves.
Don’t believe me?
The first counterpoint I created to my own theory was friendship. We are the social wonders of the world, our communication leading to such advance developments. But friends are there to give us comfort, to help us and to share with us. Honestly everything a friend is for is a benefit. When we give to them to make them a friend, we are re
Newtonian LoveThe Third Law of Motion states that when something directs a force at something else, the something else exerts and equal force in the opposite direction.
You might not think that love is a force. You might think that it is intangible, a mere change in the chemistry of your brain. And you would be wrong. Love is most definitely a force. It has the power to stop you moving, to wipe blank your mind and steal your voice. It may not be the kind of force that moves mountains, but it moves humans just fine.
Now, imagine that you love someone. It doesn't matter who. Now imagine that this person doesn't love you back. It shouldn't be hard to imagine this, as I am fairly sure that everyone has felt like that at least once in their lives. This person, the one that you love, might well not even know that you exist.
How, then, does the Third Law apply? If you love someone, then surely they must love you back? Should they not respond with a force equal in fervour to the love that you feel for them?
Other side.Suffering doesn't make you wiser, you have to turn it into wisdom first. First you've got to make peace with it, even if it is for a brief moment. Drop the struggle, the running away and the denial. Know it is there for a reason, then we get to see what does our soul wants to learn through it. No experience comes into our life, unless it is absolutely essential. When we can see that, we only end up bitter, in despair or resentful. If you are, then you didn’t use your suffering to grow. You didn’t let it show you, your light. Instead, you let it make you darker, as you became comfortable in victimhood and righteousness, even though it is the most uncomfortable cross to bear. Let go, resurrect.
Suffering is an inevitable part of human existence, but growth is always a choice, always. Suffering is just the vehicle. Don’t cling to it. When you reach the other shore, drop it. You are not your story.
The mind cannot solve your life or heal you. At best, when still and clear
Things seemed to have never changed...Looks like things don't change:
From space to space.
As technology advances.
We are still left with disasters....
From time to time.
Wars, disease, racism and others.
Seem to recycle every single day....
Nothing seems to have changed...
ReflexionsControl, power, peace, solitude. He didn’t need any other desire, ambition, thought or wall. Nothing like an obstacle on his path towards destiny. All his world belong to only him, and his fingers controlled everything around his domains. His silent life, solitary and gentle silence were his words. His desires, thoughts and wishes were his motivations. The clairvoyance and truth vision of the outside world, his pure eyes. His path, filled with obstacles but also future victories were his locomotion. And his beloved companions, the will for fight and his own life. His freedom, was something he very knew was to be gained. Everybody could fight destiny, or…ally with it and let it make the choices.
Control. Word itself filled with strength and authority. Only gained through force, diplomacy, or the word of a higher existence. But at what price, one could gain such ability. Words are powerful enough to take over anything, mark truths where lies are hidden and transform the
Importance of SignifianceThere's a road humanity has made through centuries.
Within language meaning was born, words became big and gave beauty to the world.
Through every age, the words started to lose meaning in human thoughts. In some ages it came back, but soon enough brought down again.
As meaning of emotion starts to weaken in the human mind, and it is abandoned, I will weep.
Poetry and philosophy are beauty, an own heart of a deeper thought hidden in puzzles and riddles.
A deeper carved meaning in the wood of an age old tree.
This tree dies of old age, and the written cravings might still be there. But they're unreadable and unclear.
Meanings are lost through ages, that's how humanity is.
But sometimes there are people born with the gift or ability to understand a second side on cautiousness.
The consciousness of human mind has always fascinated me.
Saddened, that there are moments it has been weakened, I fear that one day it will be all gone.
Though, there are always people to remind me there's stil