What I love about the world:
In response to Belle:
The world is such an intricate thing, it's beautiful it's... chaotic, it's dreadful at times, it fills us with the greatest fulfillment, and it can strip us of our every ambition, all in a moment, or over the course of a life. The world is beyond my understanding, farther than my comprehension will ever reach, but I've seen the world many times, from different angles, with different lenses, so while I might not understand the world, I can wonder and I can think.
The world is full of the most beautiful and horrendous things, and we have the opportunity to interact with the world, existing at once as a component of it, yet individual at the same time. The very nature of the world is chaos, millions of different systems all (seemingly) haphazardly connected, affecting each other in ways we are incapable of understanding, systems contained within systems, or somehow interconnected with others. I love how intricate and complex the world is, and that I am entangled somewhere within it all.
I love my senses, how they combine & diverge to create the world as I know it. I love how flexible our senses are, able to differentiate the smallest of details, or be ignorant of even the largest. I love how you can be exposed to the scent of lavender and have your mind picture a field of lavender in France, completing the image, and these senses fit perfectly! Sight & sound, sound & touch, touch & smell even. The world is so intricate a place, anyone & everyone could enjoy it in a near infinitesimal amount of ways. An engineer may see a building and praise it for its structural intricacy, an artist might romanticize its visual grandeur, a historian might celebrate its significance or its meanings, the wars fought and won, or lost, inside its walls, and there's a weird person like me who might enjoy it for all these things!
Everything has so many facets, each one different from the others, full of dimension, of stories, of perspectives to be had, everything can be admired by somebody, but if I can take on that person's perspective, I can learn to admire anything. I love to explore the complexities of our world through every perspective available to me, ethically, philosophically, scientifically, artistically, I can picture the world as a musician, a biologist, an anthropologist, an astronomer, a philosopher, a store clerk, a brother, a son, a father, a lover, a romantic, an artist, a photographer, a graphic designer, a psychologist, a psychiatrist, a therapist, a sociologist - there are so many similar, but different ways to see the world, and there are infinitely many different ways to see the world, all with so much to contribute, I find the world interesting in so many ways, beautiful in so many ways.
I'd save you some time and say I'm curious and adventurous, but these words are so few and they describe so little, I love the world, I love the world so much, I can't help but to admire it, and to constantly find new ways to do so, truly finding the beauty that exists in everything, in adversity and absurdity.
I love to try to understand the world and people, I would also love to, for once, be understood, or for someone to at least put in the effort, I'm so complex, and have so much to share, I just don't know how, or where to start, besides here.
I love literature, poetry, philosophy, the arts, the sciences, the natural world, (parts of) the artificial world, history (artifacts, ruins, archaeology, conflict), contrast (light & shade, colour & hue, soft & hard, sharp & smooth), chaos.
The world is a mixture of harmonies and dissonance, contradicting at nearly every turn, and I embrace contradiction at times (at least superficially), I love sorrow & sadness, giving myself fully over to them, but also joy & admiration, I love logic & reasoning, but also raw emotion & intuition - everything has its place, & I love a wonderful mixture of everything.
I love love, or at least, the idea of it, I've never really known this love I search for, only its replacement, but I long for love, more than I long for all other things. I crave connection, to relate to someone, to share in understanding, to be reciprocated, there's not much more I want in life. I hope, some day, I could give my love to the world, so that love may continue on after I've gone.
The world is such an intricate thing, it's beautiful it's... chaotic, it's dreadful at times, it fills us with the greatest fulfillment, and it can strip us of our every ambition, all in a moment, or over the course of a life. The world is beyond my understanding, farther than my comprehension will ever reach, but I've seen the world many times, from different angles, with different lenses, so while I might not understand the world, I can wonder and I can think.
The world is full of the most beautiful and horrendous things, and we have the opportunity to interact with the world, existing at once as a component of it, yet individual at the same time. The very nature of the world is chaos, millions of different systems all (seemingly) haphazardly connected, affecting each other in ways we are incapable of understanding, systems contained within systems, or somehow interconnected with others. I love how intricate and complex the world is, and that I am entangled somewhere within it all.
I love my senses, how they combine & diverge to create the world as I know it. I love how flexible our senses are, able to differentiate the smallest of details, or be ignorant of even the largest. I love how you can be exposed to the scent of lavender and have your mind picture a field of lavender in France, completing the image, and these senses fit perfectly! Sight & sound, sound & touch, touch & smell even. The world is so intricate a place, anyone & everyone could enjoy it in a near infinitesimal amount of ways. An engineer may see a building and praise it for its structural intricacy, an artist might romanticize its visual grandeur, a historian might celebrate its significance or its meanings, the wars fought and won, or lost, inside its walls, and there's a weird person like me who might enjoy it for all these things!
Everything has so many facets, each one different from the others, full of dimension, of stories, of perspectives to be had, everything can be admired by somebody, but if I can take on that person's perspective, I can learn to admire anything. I love to explore the complexities of our world through every perspective available to me, ethically, philosophically, scientifically, artistically, I can picture the world as a musician, a biologist, an anthropologist, an astronomer, a philosopher, a store clerk, a brother, a son, a father, a lover, a romantic, an artist, a photographer, a graphic designer, a psychologist, a psychiatrist, a therapist, a sociologist - there are so many similar, but different ways to see the world, and there are infinitely many different ways to see the world, all with so much to contribute, I find the world interesting in so many ways, beautiful in so many ways.
I'd save you some time and say I'm curious and adventurous, but these words are so few and they describe so little, I love the world, I love the world so much, I can't help but to admire it, and to constantly find new ways to do so, truly finding the beauty that exists in everything, in adversity and absurdity.
I love to try to understand the world and people, I would also love to, for once, be understood, or for someone to at least put in the effort, I'm so complex, and have so much to share, I just don't know how, or where to start, besides here.
I love literature, poetry, philosophy, the arts, the sciences, the natural world, (parts of) the artificial world, history (artifacts, ruins, archaeology, conflict), contrast (light & shade, colour & hue, soft & hard, sharp & smooth), chaos.
The world is a mixture of harmonies and dissonance, contradicting at nearly every turn, and I embrace contradiction at times (at least superficially), I love sorrow & sadness, giving myself fully over to them, but also joy & admiration, I love logic & reasoning, but also raw emotion & intuition - everything has its place, & I love a wonderful mixture of everything.
I love love, or at least, the idea of it, I've never really known this love I search for, only its replacement, but I long for love, more than I long for all other things. I crave connection, to relate to someone, to share in understanding, to be reciprocated, there's not much more I want in life. I hope, some day, I could give my love to the world, so that love may continue on after I've gone.
26-30, M
