Do you hear the things people tell you, or do you listen to them. Do you really absorb everything someone says, or do you just wait for your turn to speak. After all, whats sweeter then the sound of your own voice...right? A hidden man replaces speech for silence, and uses language for concealment. For in the midst of verbal diarrhea, how can you discern if true knowledge was really consumed. A wise man need say nothing, like a sponge he can absorb everything and filter out fallacies. So which are you...
Purpose. The Exclamation mark on this routine we call life. The one thing that some believe they have but cannot pinpoint what it is. Why everything starts, and why everything ends. Purpose. So taking this in perspective, why are we alive? Are we born to die? To a pessimist maybe, but to a person who seeks greater things, we are born to live, and only die when we cannot live any more. Life!?... Yet another another enigma. A question that cannot be answered in words, but only displayed in time. So eminent to some, so meaningless to others. Life, Purpose. With this in mind, you can ask yourself, "why am I alive?" If your eyes roll to the upper left corner of your head, maybe life doesn't mean the same to you as it does to me. Or maybe we are all blinded by this idea called "life". But at least in the dark I am searching for the light....thus giving me purpose.
Words are the gateway to the conscience mind. But they are only gateways and cannot be mistaken for the conscience itself. For words without meaning are just uttered nonsense, an array of sounds meshed together to form different tones. Sounds without focus that become nothing more then noise. The pure essences of empty thoughts --noise. So articulate your thoughts before you put them into words. For words can be compared to notes on a musical score; they may represent a tone but cannot compare to the tone itself.
Memories are the streams that our conscience flows on. They take us back to past events and direct our future actions. Our memories are what makes us who we are. The theory of personal identity known as psychological reductionism states; "as my stream of conciseness continues, then i continue". So when we lose our memory do we lose ourselves as well? With the lost of memory do we gain a little piece of death? As my memory fades so does my life? We may think twice about forget-me-nots....
i want to be loved, I want to be seen, I want to show, i want to be... It is human nature to want to display what we're truly capable of. Even the deepest closet introvert wants the world to take notice, if not to them personally, then to any extension of themselves. There is no greater disappointment then to never be needed by anyone for anything. Us trying to display what we can do, is just over compensation for wanting to be needed. Like a grand piece of artwork, if it is not admired then it has no value. For what is the the worth of an unseen masterpiece? How can you cherish a wasted talent?
There is a deeper psychology to the childish "show and tell". For it is the primer for greater "show and tell", which is our life.
Sometimes we are put in a position where there is seemly no way out. Weather it comes out of life's misfortunes, or mistakes we may have made, life often puts us in great agony. We may ask, what is the purpose of this suffering; why has it has been place on our shoulders? We must must not look at suffering as a curse but a blessing. It is through the discipline of great suffering that has created the elevation of mankind. It is that very tension of the soul in which misfortune cultivates strength. It is the terror of great destruction which brings bravery. For man only knows what he is capable of when he is pushed to his boundaries. Only through great suffering comes great Men. No man chooses to suffer, but a great man embraces it.
Cyclones in Myanmar, Earthquakes in China, Volcanoes in Peru, Floods in Iowa, war, famine, disease, a black president, Mariah marring Nick Cannon!... The end never seemed so close. Or has it? Did the end of Humanity come the minute man took his first breathe, or when Kevin Ferderline put out his first album?
For what is man, but a rational animal. Over time man's rational instincts has slowly been overcome by his carnal desires, taking away the main aspect that separates him from the animals he governs. Man is becoming a prisoner of his irrational passions, losing the capacity for objectivity. He has come to their mercy, acting on their every command. With all rationality faded, the blindfold has fallen, letting him see that he was on the plank from the start. "Oh! this is the end!", he exclaims. But the end has always been there, it has just now become evident. --The End of the world? No. For the only thing wrong with this world is the driving force behind it. The world will be here, but the problem that plagues it may not.
Forced into the corner of inevitability. Trying to comply with what instinct is telling us to do...deny change. Why compromise a comfortable existence; why alter something that delivers consistency for a trip into the unknown. Why change? Change is not only necessary, but vital. Without change everything would be at a halt, what role would purpose serve if alterations were not accompanied with it. An evolution of a state of being. Change. For the better or for the worst, but all for a reason. So embrace the sting of change. For in a world where no good thing last forever, its nice to know that some things change.
Truth. Its very essence seems so captivating. But do we really long for truth, or are we pleased with the pseudo reality that keeps us content. Are we really seeking a filtered truth? One altered to benefit the way we already think.
What is real truth? What sets the bases for what is valid? If the standards for truth are set by past scholars, then how can we conclude that they are accurate, and not simply another man's ideas of truth. One of the most powerful forms of control is having everyone think like you, to live your truth, and believe it. In a sense if i deny the known truths am i outcasting myself from society or am i just denying the ideas of another man. Refusing to be controlled. Actually thinking for myself.
Humans beings are social creatures that long for that perfect answer to the conundrum we call "relationships". We have an instinctual nature to find someone to share ourselves with. But are we falling into the trap of just settling? Are we satisfied with someone we can be content with, instead of finding our perfect half. Does the perfect half even exist? With everyone we share a relationship with there is always something that we wish we could change. And when we meet someone that we idealize to be perfect, one who has all the qualities we expect.... don't they seem to be out of our reach. Or even at best, when we do seem to capture that special piece to magic to call our own, do we realize that it was really just smoke and mirrors. Is the perfect relationship a figment of our imagination?
In pursuit of perfection, if perfection is reached, does having nothing left to pursuit takeaway our purpose. Thus tarnishing our found perfection. Maybe that is the reason we just settle. For with imperfection, we can strive to blotch out all blemishes, making a relationship a work in progress. A beautiful masterpiece that will never be finish. But can we truly be happy with that? Or does our idolize perfection linger in the back our heads?
I doubt i will find a knock-out woman, that sings, cooks, plays video games, works out, and watches sports. But one can hope right. Besides when you expect perfection, perfection is to be expected as well. And I am far from perfect. But it is our imperfections that makes us perfect for each other, and nothing is better then creating a masterpiece with someone who shares the same vision as you.
