I Believe Our Purpose In Life Is to Listen, Learn, and Love
My purpose in life...
I love analyzing.
I love questioning.
When I realized that the “free will” everyone talks about is an illusion...
Then I understood the frustration, the anger, and the contempt in others.
We chose not our existence.
Not our looks.
Not our mind, instincts, body, the world, or what the world contains.
Not the rules, standards, and regulations that existed prior to us being here to enhance survival and decrease chaos.
We are born into a world of apparent options, options that we can use the raw materials given us to create new options... but nothing was chosen by us in the first place, we were just born into it, made to deal with it.
To survive and have plenty of resources to continue to survive and thrive is the ideal, those are the ones celebrated as the elite.
When you do what others want they love you but if you contradict them they shun you.
So we learn to act.
We become professional actors to belong, to appear emotionally numb but strong, unaffected.
If you’re soft you’re stumped on, taken advantage of.
So then “kindness” is.... lost for reciprocity.
This for that.
Then everything becomes mechanical, conditional.
Nod your head... you’re great.
Shake your head... you got a problem, you’re ___________ or ___________ some made up word that means you need to get fixed into being the pleasing, productive, and harmless person others want around, so you aren’t apathetically done away with.
Compliments?
Silence is a compliment.
People speak to mold you into being more and more pleasing, more and more impressive to more and more people.
So we use comedy to mock others, indirectly trying to get ourselves up a little bit by thinking we’re superior, and not every bit just like them when no one is around.
After realizing this...
I decided my purpose in life is to recognize artists that are never recognized for materializing the picture of engineers and architects...
I decided that looking at every single person as if no label could define them is what I desire to do, until my self-preservation, ego, and selfishness kicks in and I negatively label those that don’t do what I want.
I want to write words that make people feel good for once, since we are born we are told we are bad, too slow, too this, too that...
I see the struggle we are all in.
Desires versus desires.
Wants versus wants.
Our species versus the rest.
Art is the closest we can get to an escape, an outlet.
Putting your heart in words.
Your heart in a song.
Your heart in your dance, your craft, your preference from the options we were born into.
It is a challenge to deal with conflict, jealousy, possession, control, wanting our way versus that of others and having to fight to survive or mold ourselves to fit others.
That’s why I laugh.
I laugh because in this stage of actors like Shakespeare mentions we don’t know who is who behind the masks.
“She’s so happy!” they say of me.
Well it is funny.
Funny that what I criticize of others I am myself.
Funny that we act different depending on how comfortable we feel around others.
Funny that everything is contingent on how pleasing and convenient we are found to be.
My purpose...
To laugh at all labels.
To laugh with you.
To share a kind word for once.
And to recognize my egocentric nature the second I try to negatively label someone in bias of the people, places, things, and ideas that are important to ME... without considering the life they’ve lived!
I love analyzing.
I love questioning.
When I realized that the “free will” everyone talks about is an illusion...
Then I understood the frustration, the anger, and the contempt in others.
We chose not our existence.
Not our looks.
Not our mind, instincts, body, the world, or what the world contains.
Not the rules, standards, and regulations that existed prior to us being here to enhance survival and decrease chaos.
We are born into a world of apparent options, options that we can use the raw materials given us to create new options... but nothing was chosen by us in the first place, we were just born into it, made to deal with it.
To survive and have plenty of resources to continue to survive and thrive is the ideal, those are the ones celebrated as the elite.
When you do what others want they love you but if you contradict them they shun you.
So we learn to act.
We become professional actors to belong, to appear emotionally numb but strong, unaffected.
If you’re soft you’re stumped on, taken advantage of.
So then “kindness” is.... lost for reciprocity.
This for that.
Then everything becomes mechanical, conditional.
Nod your head... you’re great.
Shake your head... you got a problem, you’re ___________ or ___________ some made up word that means you need to get fixed into being the pleasing, productive, and harmless person others want around, so you aren’t apathetically done away with.
Compliments?
Silence is a compliment.
People speak to mold you into being more and more pleasing, more and more impressive to more and more people.
So we use comedy to mock others, indirectly trying to get ourselves up a little bit by thinking we’re superior, and not every bit just like them when no one is around.
After realizing this...
I decided my purpose in life is to recognize artists that are never recognized for materializing the picture of engineers and architects...
I decided that looking at every single person as if no label could define them is what I desire to do, until my self-preservation, ego, and selfishness kicks in and I negatively label those that don’t do what I want.
I want to write words that make people feel good for once, since we are born we are told we are bad, too slow, too this, too that...
I see the struggle we are all in.
Desires versus desires.
Wants versus wants.
Our species versus the rest.
Art is the closest we can get to an escape, an outlet.
Putting your heart in words.
Your heart in a song.
Your heart in your dance, your craft, your preference from the options we were born into.
It is a challenge to deal with conflict, jealousy, possession, control, wanting our way versus that of others and having to fight to survive or mold ourselves to fit others.
That’s why I laugh.
I laugh because in this stage of actors like Shakespeare mentions we don’t know who is who behind the masks.
“She’s so happy!” they say of me.
Well it is funny.
Funny that what I criticize of others I am myself.
Funny that we act different depending on how comfortable we feel around others.
Funny that everything is contingent on how pleasing and convenient we are found to be.
My purpose...
To laugh at all labels.
To laugh with you.
To share a kind word for once.
And to recognize my egocentric nature the second I try to negatively label someone in bias of the people, places, things, and ideas that are important to ME... without considering the life they’ve lived!
31-35, F
