Thought
The ultimate building block of life is not matter, but thought. Within a space utilizing no physical manifestation, anything, everything and nothing both can and can’t exist.
regret
I do not regret not being smarter or better looking, I regret moments where I allow things I cannot change to limit or tether me. I regret letting precious moments and opportunities slip through my outstretched fingers like sand through an hourglass, that precious time now forever squandered, drawing me closer to death’s crooning hand with that ambition yet unfulfilled.
Isolation v.s. solitude
Solitude is happiness, and that is the truth I love to be secular and by myself, and that is the truth The truth is that I love to be alone, and that might be a lie I don’t know if I am self-Isolated or insulated in a world of conscious solitude, and that is the truth The truth is that I do not know the truth, and that is always a lie, sometimes The truth is a lie, and that is the truth We take Solitude from the truth, and that is the most truthful of lies
What I do know is I love time to myself, time to think and be alone in the world of my thoughts, and that too is the truth Identification with a group simply for social recognition or to raise one’s odds of winning a game is redundantly childish if one wishes to be their own individual, and I know that is the truth.
Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier, and simpler
Laughter and sin, empty hollowness resounds to astound with surprisingly resilient elasticity. A halo of ignorance tells the truth, and leaves petty nakedness among brands of clothing.
I want ti stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.
its e g d e e h t n o Out there ars M n a h t r e d r i we
It deffiines something more grandiose than all of the stars It is......
In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our responsibility.
I am myself.
That is
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One isnt necessarily born with courage, but one is born with potential. Without courage, we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We cant be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest. - Angelou
YES YES YES YES
YES YES YES
The Beautiful is what is well formed and aesthetically pleasing, whereas the sublime is what has the power to compel and destroy us.
Beautiful, is indeed, a thing of visual earthly indulgence, but that same definition of what constitutes a thing is subjected to the eye of the beholder.
Anticipation
Anticipation is a lolipop still wrapped
sitting in the storefront window at a busy station.
Amplified The truth of existence, there’s no simpler explanation to give More an essence of meaning, a reason to live But often the catalyst to judgements and behavioral emulations stem from a submarine What? See imperfection in otherwise flawless molecular geometry An endless well, down to hell, and through it all of mankind fell. We still, in fact, continue to plummet, in the foolish hope we someday reach that watery rock bottom, and once again see the caress of synthetic sun. Sand through an hourglass. Drawing me closer to death’s crooning hand with that ambition yet unfulfilled. This matrix of unimaginable proportions. Worlds can rise and fall. Worlds can rise and fall. Worlds can rise and fall. Thought is not, and yet it is. Foolish hope. Unrequited. Foolish hope. It’s time to go now. Farewell. Lollipop, lollipop, lollipop. Behavioral emulations. Plummet, croon, explanation. Lollipop unrequited. Foolish geometry unimaginable. Explanation.