Being beautiful just means we’ve hidden the ugly in us.
Being beautiful just means we’ve hidden the ugly in us.
We’ve all questioned ourselves.
We crave it.
It’s different than having a purpose.
We need to have value in the world we inhabit.
And we want to fit in.
But do we? Are we really important enough?
How do we become important
and closely connected to our community, to ourselves?
Does it mean we’re good or just special?
Is it the amount of praise we get which tells us that?
Be well in your center, and
in the movements taken within your world.
The care of yourself you take to belong,
the decisions you make affecting you,
choose wisely –
this gives you relevance.
In the valued becoming closely connected,
what matters most is
how we love ourselves and others.
Pain is a part of life. Every one of us will experience or have to endure pain.
Minimizing pain requires knowledge, wisdom, action, and bandaids.
Alleviating pain requires living through it.
Eliminating pain requires no instances of infliction.
I think being pain-free only happens before and after we die.
Is our purpose in living only to just feel the least amount of pain?
appreciate your moments
as they come and go
cherish them all
when one day, they’ll just go
I hope you enjoy this piece as much as I did. It was achingly human.
I found myself dwelling in the past
looking for the remains of the old me
wondering, how I used to feel.
What I found was
The love in my blood had drained
The trust I had in people had died
And the loneliness had embraced me
Since the night I stayed awake and cried.
Should I fear it, I questioned
What makes me a human, I don’t feel it anymore
Its been a while since I have felt a touch
I haven’t been touched in a while
touched by kindness
touched by love
touched by affection
I’m locked inside a prison of isolation
No one has come to see me yet
No one tried to free me yet
No one seems to be bothered by my absence
No one cares if I’m doing okay or not.
So I’ve decided to adopt it
Embrace the loneliness to used it for good.
I shut myself in
far away from the world
from the world where nobody cared anything I said
I start to live on my own
inside a big empty hall,
I start to explore,
explore the walls
see if they can protect me
or can they be broken by the storm
The storm lurking outside
waiting for me to go out
so it can devour me from inside
I live by myself
drawing, writing, praying.
drawing poetry, writing stories and saying my prayers
so I can learn to appreciate my solitude
and turn my flaws into art.
In the quiet moments
I find myself
Seeing, contemplating, learning
Understanding the pain and pleasure of humanity
Solving life’s ever-challenging curves
Handling love’s quick entrance and departure
In the stillness, I am
“Just as ripples spread out when a single pebble is dropped into water, the actions of individuals can have far-reaching effects.”
I’ve frequently pondered things outside my own thought process because chronic thinking is what I do. To the point of exhaustion, at times. I don’t advise it, but this is how I’m built. Still learning to take the good with the bad.
Every moment I make a conscious contribution to this life, I’ll generally see an immediate outcome. But what’s next in the lives I have happened to touch? What steps do those people then take because of what I set in motion? Does it even matter or should I care, especially when quite possibly I don’t even know who I’ve affected?
We can’t predict the future but when we become aware how we affected others, would we stop to think the next time we attempted to take action? It seems quite logical that we could take a moment to seriously think through all possible outcomes or realistic assumptions before we make decisions affecting our future, and possibly those of others. All actions have consequences and ramifications. Honestly spoken though, I’m not so sure we would, at least not yet consistently. This explains some rather poor outcomes we see for people.
We all take steps in our lives that we deem necessary. Everyone one of us. Situations arise, and they require action. I don’t think any of us would disagree. A percentage of those people are likely to just react emotionally, not thinking at all. These would be the people who wouldn’t care one bit about what happens in the timelines of others. Frankly, they are more invested in their own hysteria and drama than others, or reality for that matter.
The group of people I’m talking about are those who genuinely and critically decide to make choices in their best interest. Do they generally take it one step further to see what the effect would be for others? Again, I’ll say, my opinion is no.
I think many of us are empathetic and also open-minded; I just don’t think we apply those traits very often when it comes to things involving us and our well-being. Our own best interest is at stake, that’s the point! When we are challenged to protect ourselves or make decisions affecting us, WE are the only ones we worry about! Rationally, biologically, emotionally – this makes sense. All you have to do is look around our world. Crises’ and wars that exist with no relief in sight are clues of our selfishness everywhere. But even in the face of what life looks like right now, I think it’s changing.
Looking at our history, seeing how life has progressed, there seem to be two steps forward, sometimes three steps back followed by six steps forward action. That is positive. So, I’m hopeful.
As we’ve evolved over time, it’s become evident that we are becoming more and more aware how we’re all connected to each other. We still have a long way to go before we become the kindest humans, but there is evidence that we are contemplating how we interact with each other in a less ego-driven way. I like that.
I just hope for my kid’s sake and all others who live beyond me that people in their lifetimes will help to improve all lives living on this blue ball.
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Nothingness or consciousness, life’s options for existence.
A person’s journey of being superficially involved, and yet not really.
The events and moments in time feel like cerebral experiences made substantive by our senses.
Before – Anticipation
During – Experiencing
After – Reflection
What do these magnificent moments of observation signify?
They seem meaningful, but don’t feel real. And then they do.
Focused on the moment, shutting down the thoughts, creates the feeling of things just being. Being real.
But reality feels uncapturable. This fleeting slice of time in the in-between.
Consciousness doesn’t grasp the moment, just allows us to view it as it drifts away.
Locked in our mind’s depths for future recall. Maybe.
The brain interprets, the feels occur.
It was good, bad, or a thousand other expressions.
Biochemical warfare rages in the brain, and a whole new version of reality emerges.
What can you trust?
What is the reality?
I don’t know. But it’s a work in understanding.