Kara跌
我那么老了还要去学？跌一下骨头就断咯
The boy who lied.
Lies become integrated in his life that even when he knows it does not benefit him, he falls into lying again...and then realising a little too late that his life has slowly but surely become a huge lie in itself
Playing pubg/warring is like a lifespan of making arguments with other people. There's confirmation of conflict in your path, and, yes you can avoid them, you can run headlong into the thick of them, and you can snipe at others while they are in combat, and you feel good, before you get retaliated from players that have been lying hidden watching you with the eyes if a hungry wolf .
Facing a dilemma is like grabbing the horns of an angry bull, he said. Well, you have to choose one horn, but both choices would lead to a horrible end. The question is, why would you grab the horns in the first place? Recognize the bull in its rampant damage, know the harm it has caused others, and attain a weapon capable of neutralising the bull before you get too blinded by its ferocity and, in the thick of it all, succumb to its charge and helplessly grab at its horns. Which, by then, would only hasten your thoughts going into haywire mode and only prolong your then inevitable death by mere moments.
As much as I want to succeed, I fear to see the reality of my limitations, and I think that's why I never really try my best to find what I can do to attain the ideal goal that I've trumpeted and announced to the world. But here's the crippling factor that I've just realised. This noxious behavior does not only hinder my potential greatness*, it also crushes my sense of purpose as a whole. I've begun to fear seeking truth for I am inadvertently scared of the outcome of my responsibility then. I desire to function, and yet procrastination takes root in me because of this weakling thought and feebleness that rendered my originally straight posture crooked, and my limbs into atrophy.
I want to succeed so damn badly, but deep down, I'm scared shitless of facing my own limitations. I talk a big game about reaching my goals, but when it comes down to it, I never give it my all. And now I realize that this self-sabotaging behavior is not only holding me back from greatness, but it's also crushing my sense of purpose. I'm so damn afraid of the truth that I'm paralyzed with fear. It's like my body is rotting from the inside out, my muscles and bones wasting away from all the procrastination and weakness that's eating me alive. I just want to function, but I don't know if I have what it takes.
People say late night existential thoughts are the harbingers to depression and are ultimately unwanted distractions to life. In my personal opinion, I truly think that our life itself in general is in fact the main distraction that keeps us from such thoughts. We meander about with miscellaneous items and run around milling and milking for all its worth in the doldrums of society just to feel lightheaded and content at simplistic, carnal joys. And the night comes. Only then, when the 2am thoughts creep back out from the depths of our consciousness, we realize how much we fabricate. And by then, with those realisations, we find out that it's too late, And we try to stifle them. Alas, without success. And insomnia proceeds. With us returning in the morning for prescriptions that "cure us and allow us a sense of reality, while we are in fact rendering ourselves senseless to the depressing reality that exists.
Language defines what we feel, to the downright specifics. More of than not, we realize that, through the process of learning, we discover new* feelings or new things that apparently did not exist before the word was specified and created. As words take form and meaning, we have to keep in mind that they do not represent the ultimatum of what life actually is. Certain words do not accurately capture the full picture of important values and ideas. Relating such things to just ~~words that arent meant to fully describe them would just mislead the majority. The real danger lies in the language itself. As we associate certain words with certain behaviors, we tend to lump them into general expectations, which works to a certain extent, but in the end fails to fully make the correcf sense, as we are using words to describe something that can't be described, as we are forcing something so large and unbidden into a box we have no hope of understanding through the words we own.
According to linguistic theory, language plays a critical role in shaping human emotions and perceptions (Whorf, 1956). As individuals learn new words, they gain access to new emotions and experiences that were previously inaccessible. However, it is important to recognize that language is not an exact representation of reality (Lakoff & Johnson, 1980). While words may convey meaning, they often fall short of capturing the complexity and nuance of human values and ideas. Attempting to describe complex experiences using simple words can be misleading and can limit our understanding (Gergen, 1985). Furthermore, words are associated with certain behaviors and expectations, which can be limiting in their own right (Sapir, 1921). As such, it is important to remain mindful of the limitations of language and to acknowledge that it is only one tool in our attempts to understand the world around us.
References:
Gergen, K. J. (1985). The social constructionist movement in modern psychology. American Psychologist, 40(3), 266-275.
Lakoff, G., & Johnson, M. (1980). Metaphors we live by. University of Chicago Press.
Sapir, E. (1921). Language: An introduction to the study of speech. Harcourt, Brace and Company.
Whorf, B. L. (1956). Language, thought, and reality: Selected writings of Benjamin Lee Whorf. MIT Press.
Belly full of plastic
When we got hold of social media platforms, it worked to spread our footprints and social prescense. It would be interesting to note that while we feed on that hunger of approval, our appetites grew. As our stomachs get accustomed to such lavish and plastic flavourings, it expands and breaks down away from its natural proportions. We hunt, and we never get enough. Our hunger for dominion choked our senses of rational thought, and we lose the very beginnings of what we had: our family, our community, our neighbours... It almost feels as if A bigger circle meant the end of tolerance and the values of improving relationships. We hunger for more, we ravage new grounds that ultimately feed our selfish desires to feel satiated, regardless of consequence, regardless of thought.
What difference can you make from the ramblings of a lucid madman and a drunk logician?
Everyone is interested in what you say
You invoke what interests in everyone
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