Growing older seems a big contribution to any sort of epiphany you want to realize in life. Your goal may be to love your neighbor more than yourself, but without realizing that you must drop your ego towards the positivity of your own life, you will only be striving to use your neighbor instead. Your own mind may think that you are doing your neighbor a favor by loving them, but the basis of a good relationship with any person is your outlook towards their best interest.
Maybe you only live in the past. Maybe you’re so strung up by how you lived and how it has changed so drastically that you don’t even want to try to comprehend the weight on another’s shoulders (who is at that point living in the now as you actually are).
Why these blog posts are so important is because they aren’t pieces of personal literature that are desired to be viewed by anyone of any kind. They are actually more of a outlook on a very depressed person who feels the weight on anyone’s shoulders just by noticing the real struggles in their life. Nobody really understands how you get “caring for another person” from “self outlook”, but really its personally desired that people could read these and understand that its all part of a big epiphany. But the problem with most of our people is that they aren’t ready to face destiny, reality, or if they were dictated such, sovereignty.
A sovereign person could be as impacting as Paul from the new testament. Immediately, as soon as anybody sees a feature of a religion so looked down upon, they perceive the author as “a bible-thumper” or “persistent” or “a nuisance”. Most of our people’s outlook on religion are because people convince others to hate it, thus creating a disliked community.
Regardless, the apostle Paul is blatantly credited for the authorship of many books from the new testament. Some of those books, including Romans, Colossians, and Corinthians, have not only great works of literature but many of our world’s lifestyle. If that is looked at from a neutral point of view (like this one), you could probably call a majority of who we see and what we see religious, bible thumping nuisances.
You’d be an idiot who is quick on jumping to a descriptive conclusion.
Paul dedicated his entire life to one man’s teachings as soon as he saw a blinding light that indicated his need for change. But look how many people he has impacted, as a religious power or a wise man. Yet so many people hate talking about it because, even though it suggests that Jesus was God’s son, we are brought up to disband such an idea.
Truthfully all religion is bologna. We shouldn’t have to set aside a group of people as wrong or right for believing something different than us. But we do, and we’re at fault for it.
But as far off as this has strayed from growing older, somehow it correlates together, seeing as its all one mindset. There are plenty out there who loved living in the 70s when the music and drugs were common beauties, or loved drinking their minds out and having sex to ignore anyone’s opinion at the time, or who were living before circumstances brought them the epiphany of their real life. Regardless of who it is, they are going to realize the struggles of their life and wish that they were more easy to convert to. But living in the now is so difficult for someone who is so shuttered away by their peers, and therefore the ideas stay on a blog for the people who actually want to hear such a reality instead of the people who are rolling with a reality.
What sense of entertainment do people get from unintentionally criticizing others? This is a new age that can be compared to a previous one which can be described by our elders and our imagination as a social wonderland without a society based on ridicule.
The last thing people want to believe is that the criminals and “bad people” die later than the “good people”, but this visually seems like less than it is. Bad people could simply be the ones who don’t meet an interesting or intriguing standard, or it could be those who act upon immortality and hope to obtain a negative reaction from people.
These realizations cannot be accidental. Maybe a select people are inclined to see the world as it really is why the others cope with it and drive themselves to success. The latter doesn’t need to complain considering their circumstances could be as revolting as four trucks full of money or a real lover that isn’t paid on the hour for her passionate services.
However interested in this topic as people make them self seem, it makes not one difference to how they live unless they drop all links to the corrupt world and visualize a world without all this physical bullshit that they feel the need to rely on. If we only focused on the pros of a peaceful yet diverse world, we could weigh out the cons with a positive and harmless outlook.
Artists, writers, and musicians all have an advantage over a social abider in that they cope with the world’s central placement by expressing their own opinion with talent, skill, talent, or all listed. In a less than natural sense, writers are the greatest humans to abide with our world.
It is impossible for someone who lives descriptive literature to overlook such classic notions like the romantics, the Victorians, the old age writers, and some modern writers even. They are all significant because they all match the feel of their generation. Why a writer would ever give in to this country’s drowning out of their passion for writing about the real state of the world is questionable.
If only noticing and thinking and talking about local and nationwide issues wasn’t a social crime. The people who look down upon others with an opinion are so narrow minded that their opinion is literally the only one that is heard in their head. There are many who even compose their “lively” dialogue with nothing but how they buy into their own bullshit.
It really is not such a crime to care about yourself; that is a modern standard that is easy to act upon and somehow gets us further in our activities. There is, however, a point of time when people need to realize the true negative tone that others may be withstanding. That is a truly divine and wonderful way of living.
If you have a problem caring for people and empathizing with them, is it even plausible to say you are living as fulfilling as you are or want to? Unless you’re a killer or a greedy lover of physical cons, there’s no goddamn way. The one difficult part in the scheme of this outlook is that its hard to be less than deeply rejected by society for thinking more about what other people care about.
Like the Bible, the school house, the workplace, and the justified family conversations, there are many controversial contradictions to such a vast and improvised opinion of a good heart. You don’t ever need to base your whole life around the contention of the world because this world will never know what it needs to be completely satisfied. In the same recognizable sense, there can’t be one thing wrong with helping someone whose desires are driven by a healthy mindset. That is little to ask, less to accomplish, and completely unoriginal.
Places to see
#7 - Dubai, the United Arab Emirates
1. Burj Al Arab, a 5 star luxury hotel (It’s frequently described as the world’s only 7 star hotel, but it’s a lie…)
2. Burj Khalifa, the tallest man-made structure in the world at 829.8 metres (that’s almost one kilometre!! It takes 36 workers about three to four months to clean all the windows)
3. Dubai Miracle Garden, the world’s largest flower garden (they sure like being the biggest. Also, this garden is located in the not-yet-complete “Dubailand” - a gigantic entertainment complex, which is supposed to also hold a Six Flags and a Legoland!)
4. Dubai Dolphinarium (dolphins everywhere!! :D)
5. Underwater hotel
I have almost never felt summoned by any living person or inanimate thing to be a part of them or their partaking. It must really be a luxury. I look at many happy people and wonder how they manage it. Or I hear songs in restaurants or other public places about how happy the world is or how wonderful everything that exists is and I wonder how that is. Happiness must be earned or derived. I think it’s possible to have any feeling in the world as long as you want that feeling or know how that feeling works. I have never known how happiness works; I have only attempted happiness and I suck at it. As long as I can prove to myself that it is a real attribute/enjoyment, I could be happy. But I have no inner way of proving that, nor do I necessarily need to seek evidence for such an idea. The idea of living like schmucks like in Goodfellas who work shitty jobs for a living and live a normal, expected life is not even an idea anymore. It’s become so regular that people accept it. I don’t exactly want to accept that I’ll become nobody, but I don’t want to be who other people think I am. What I say and do doesn’t describe me a bit. My mind and my routines are two different “routes”.
I could tell a girl that her life is failure or punch a kid in the stomache and call him a loser if it fulfills the moment. But life seems to only be a streak of moments and the mind is lessened/darkened in display. Why the fuck is this?
Why the fuck do my actions contradict how I feel and care for humans? My love and hope for peoples best interests and accomplishments/achievements is beyond comprehension. I don’t even care if people take advantage of me, as long as they know they are doing it and can help me think I’m a part of their life, even if it’s as minor as a movie role for a debut actor in an independent film, and that can be pretty goddamn minor.
But the real question behind my entry is definitely and only “What is happiness?” That is a personal question and only I can solve it. Not that it needs solving or whatever. I lived as a depressant off medication for years, took medication, and still was wondering the same question after I realized that drugging myself wasn’t helping a damn thing.
I don’t know. Maybe I need someone to care. Maybe I just need someone to pretend to care, and not even care. I haven’t felt important, and I set myself up to be frowned upon. I can and can’t be helped.
But then again I can’t force a single thing on this planet to love me. And that’s fine.