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Fear
Men pretend to have balls. We create this aura of being adventurous while in the end, the damn truth is we are so fearfull of everything. This is casted by out inability and willingness to adapt. If you look at history, species that cannot adapt never survive.
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The cardboard man.
As I sat on the sidewalk, I stared at the man. His back all hunched, walking about with boxes on his hands. He was very short, in fact I think he was about 3-box high. Like a scavenger he was the recycler, digging through scrap and pilling them. It always depresses me to see old people working jobs that pay like shit. I think it’s because it makes me realize how insignificant we all are, and how easily anyone of use could because that man. If this man was to die tomorrow, he would be replaced. If not by another poor old man, they by some kind of machine. That would be the saddest case of all. I sat and watched the man from afar to ensure he would not notice me. I knew that if he saw me observing him, it would instantly kill the nature of his acts. If we made eye contact we would build an awkward bond of observer and actor and if he became the actor, this story would lose all meaning. So I sat, curiously, watching the old man.
After a while of watching his navigating around piles of boxes I started to realize that even if he looked my way, chances are he would not have been able to notice my gaze. I could be wrong, but it was just the feeling I got off looking at the way he moved, all hunched back. I started to get the impression that he hadn’t looked up in years. I was interning at a firm for the summer. Big deal, bright future, so everyone says. Why would I be worthy of a bright future more so than this man? I wondered when he was a child what his dreams and aspirations were. Maybe his parents foretold him of his bright future to come. Maybe he would fall asleep at night with the notion of everything is possible. All I wished to do was give this man a hand. I wanted to lift his above the skies, just for a moment so he could taste the sweetness of being weightless. I wanted to absorb all the burdens and regrets in his life. I wanted to see him look up again. I would then return him to his piles of boxes, with his greater knowledge of the sweetness that awaits.
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That sucks.
As a general trend women in developed countries tend to live roughly 5 years more than men. For example in singapore, the average life expectancy for men is 79 while it's 83.7 for women, representing a difference of 4.7 year. Women tend to look for older men, but say if you're a woman with a dude 5 years older...you're potentially looking at living the last 10 years of your life essentially alone, representing roughly 12% of your life. Now that sucks.
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So i got this african drum right. its pretty sick. I don't know if il play it much, but just to possess it triggers my imagination.
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A sick Friend
I'm sorry buddy I'm aware how much this could sadden you. I think what would sadden me the most would be to think she's alone and depressed about her health. Not eating is proof of her discomfort, though she is good company. I think you'l make a great vet because you care so much about each animal. I remember when we visited the dog shelter, the most ugly and sick dogs you liked just as much as the cute chubby ones. You didn't discriminate based off appearance, instead you tried to spend time with each dog and get to know their nature. I thought that was grand of you, and i'm sure the dogs thought the same too. You didn't pigeonhole them and they welcomed your good faith. I am fucking hardcore on my existentialism. I think that along with the respect you hold goes a long way.
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Tell you're friend that in his death, a part of you dies and goes with him. Wherever he goes, you go also. He will not be alone.
What to say to a dying friend- Krishnamurti, Idian spiritual leader.
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The Bible already forgot about me, I guess all i can do now is make sure the history books don't do the same.
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Infinity.
I can't get my head around this idea. It's a process which cannot be visualized. How can I get my head around such idea when we live in a finite world. I guess infinity is simply then a theoretical concept. What is the purpose of learning about such concept if it has no real world application? It seams to me it was created out of interest by math geniuses and by some leak it integrated itself into classrooms all over the world. When I try to think deeply about life after death and where this cycle ends, my train of though diverges just as I feel like I am making progress. A similar thing happens when I think about infinity. This leads me to wondering if both these concepts are interrelated. Perhaps life (or existence, physical or spiritual) is infinite. Though, it seams bleak to jump to such conclusion bases solely on the inability to hold a though. Or perhaps an infinite amount of though is required to solve the question of life. Which I think makes more sense. Let's analyze this slightly deeper. If you amass all the thinking power since the beginning of mankind that has gone towards this issue (and to no resolution), then this idea of infinite thought is potentially supported. More so it is interesting that we are well aware that the only way to truelly know what comes after death is to die (if we assume anything at all follows) but yet we continue to ponder on an unsolvable question.
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I'm going to miss my dog.
Tonight i say my goodbyes. Thank you to all those who have followed me since i made my blog (...). I appreciate all of your support. Im going to miss my family. My bros, our family has been through it's fair amount of tough moments, but we've stuck together and we are our bunch of sexy bros. My mum, il miss you dude, please dont think im papas kid. Dad man, some good times, awesome playing hockey with you. My wife, check yo mail.
And also, i'm going to miss my dog. He's just such a straight up cheerful character. Thanks pete for having stuck out for me over the years i've known you. Sorry i didn't walk you more often. I also apologize for not saying goodbye when i left for college, it would've torn me apart to look into your eyes knowing i would not see you for such a long time. You are my bro. and blink RIP bud.
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A Tiny Blob
Recent nasa discovery shows that our galaxy is only one member of the milky family consisting of millions of other galaxies which appear to be revolving around a central force. Meaning that the earth represents far less than than a mere dot. While this may make us seam very insignificant, to think about how much unknown lies beyond us is pretty cool. If we account the vast complexity and size of this system, there very well could be other life form; it is this notion that drives much of nasa's research. The mere fact that no life form as ever tried to communicate with us (to our knowledge) strongly reinforces this possibility. Perhaps the entire milky system revolving around this central mass is yet another minute blob of an even greater system. It is hard to image an infinite space out there though that may very well be so.
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