The root of my problem; questions unanswered, and answers unquestioned
Nothing will ever feel random if you can somehow surrender to spontaneity and learn to love entropy.
The real root of my problem; I need to be up for getting down to Earth.
Life is overcomplicated, but only because we make it so. So take the shit out of life and be clean about it.
At 5/25/24 10:23 AM, Jukestar wrote: Life is overcomplicated, but only because we make it so. So take the shit out of life and be clean about it.
Okay! I will!
One of the worst mistakes a man could ever make is attaining followers instead of friends.
If everything came from nothing, that means nothing is something.
The Void is something I can no longer avoid. I must speak of Nothing. Maybe soon.
I found my order out of chaos. I now retain a nature that can only be described as "chaotic-calm".
Something in me must be spoken, but I'm not sure what it is.
It is easier to unite humans under potent hate because the average human is afraid of pure love.
I feel like nothing, because I wish to be everything... but I don't know how to be.
I've spent all my life forcing facades upon myself. No more wearing masks.
I'm being my new normal; the thing I should've been from the very beginning.
Just a wanderer waiting for their wonder.
I am like a flame wondering what form it will become next whilst starting to realize that -
my nature is to be shaped by things outside of me, so that would make me a wandering flame.
I have always been beautiful enough to be good, but am I bold enough to wear my evil on my sleeve?
Everything makes me feel like nothing, but music is the one thing that makes me feel like something.
When a mind is broken, an honest and humble heart is necessary.
A world full-of weirdos got mad at a man who was just always trying to help, and they all proceeded to call this man a "weirdo" instead, merely cause he was only trying to make sense of everything. They projected their evil onto him and made him believe himself to be things he was not nor ever was. Now this man retains nothing but a broken mind, a hurt heart, and a damaged spirit. Little did they know, suffering just builds character.
At 5/28/24 04:35 PM, Jukestar wrote: A world full-of weirdos got mad at a man who was just always trying to help, and they all proceeded to call this man a "weirdo" instead, merely cause he was only trying to make sense of everything. They projected their evil onto him and made him believe himself to be things he was not nor ever was. Now this man retains nothing but a broken mind, a hurt heart, and a damaged spirit. Little did they know, suffering just builds character.
Damn right it does. Keep trying and live no matter what B)<3 This one really resonates with me
I'm the best for a reason.
Things are meant to fall apart just as much as they are meant to be fixed.
I've been scared to be a human, because nobody has figured out yet how to do it right.
I'll figure it out myself if I have to by showing my fear to everybody. I have had a fear of becoming the things people implanted into me in the past that weren't actually of my nature. I would rebel against my own self by thinking I was these evil things projected onto me by others. The only thing I have ever truly hated in my life, is hate itself. Furthermore, I wish to exhibit love in its truest form. I won't be perfect about it, but I am to love imperfections anyway, cause perfection itself is an illusory concept. You only ever have to be good enough in life. You be yourself, but not just your self, your best self; doing so will make you blossom into a being that grows evermore in goodness. If you cannot believe in yourself, just know that I believe in you.
Every moment you spend being unable to accept that you're weird, is just you being weird about being weird.
The thing that makes me feel as if something evil might truly be in-charge currently, is how humanity has not spontaneously united under a common good from information based upon logic and love. We instead are force-fed fearmongering and propaganda that incites division in its most disgusting form. Something like this cannot be fixed without an individual reclaiming their own individuality that they lost in the mess of misinformation that we are unknowingly subjugated to.
To question if it is logical to love, is to doubt your own nature that was taken away from you at some point in your life. You should instead have a profound love for logic; for it will give you the insight necessary to take your time back, and live your true inner-purpose with an outer-passion.
