Latest Posts by moonshyness - Page 7
the air after spring rain–
a relief spreads in my lungs
the raindrops glitter on the grass as the sun caresses
a long winter's hurt
drawn out of the depths of my heart
by: 大地の風景
枝垂桜 // Weeping cherry blossoms
The Power of Intention over Purpose and Goals
Recently, I became frustrated again with my seeming inability to declutter my life from the usual distractions. Reaching for my phone to scroll endlessly, putting Youtube on as background noise, constantly listening to random playlists, the usual suspects. When I reached my peak in frustration a thought came to me: I want to live my life with intent. I want to make conscious decisions and act accordingly. I want to focus on one thing at a time, as often as possible. I know I'm not reinventing the wheel here. Mindfulness and conscious living isn't a foreign concept to me either. But for some reason when I started framing it with the question "What is my intention?" Meaning, what is my intention, in the first place, towards myself, I realized that it seemed easier to shift my behavior. So now when I instinctively pick up my phone out of boredom I ask myself: "What is my intention in doing this?" For some reason it helps me shift my attention towards better options, like reading or just drinking my coffee in silence while looking out of the window, without feeling like I'm forcing myself to. Of course I don't just only do that though. I'm not one of those people that believes all social media is inherently evil. But the way that I consume things on there changes when I ask myself what my intentions are. When I do go on Youtube for example, the end result is I spend less time on there, but consume more high quality content that I'm actually interested in, rather than senseless short-form content. Before, I used to always try to set myself concrete goals like "No scrolling in the morning" but often failed to actually reach those goals because my mind immediately registered it as another annoying task I have to do. The cool thing about finding out what your intentions are in doing certain things, is that it can be applied to a lot of different aspects in life, or even just life in general. Rather than asking myself what my overarching goal or purpose in life is, I just ask myself "How do I intend to live?" Goals and purpose are terms that can feel heavy and burdensome to us, as they are intricately tied to our usefulness to the system we live in. That isn't to say that we should only think about ourselves and never be useful to others, but the societal pressure that comes with "finding your purpose" or reaching certain goals that everyone deems to be standard things you have to achieve (getting a good job, buying a house, starting a family, etc.) often doesn't actually help us achieve those things in a truthful and intentional way, even if we really want to achieve them. And of course it doesn't help at all, when we have dreams that are completely different from the "standard" way of living. (Some people don't care about being successful in their job, some people don't want families, etc.). By focusing on our intentions, we ask ourselves what we want out of life, not what we think we should want. The more we become familiar with our intentions, the more easy it becomes to navigate life in a way that is suitable for our particular selves, and the easier it becomes to live in line with those intentions, because it becomes easier to reinforce positive behaviors that enhance our life experience.
Joy Sullivan, from "(Luck I)", Instructions for Traveling West
my thought of the day is the trees are so lush so green in early spring it heals my soul
psa to pls follow my neocities, thx!
it's not finished yet but it's quite cool so far.
older I get the less interest I have in explaining myself to people who aren’t even important to me. if you want to misunderstand me or create a narrative in your head about me that’s really not my problem… I know who I am
abnormally large trees please lend me some of your centuries worth of wisdom
Emitt on the chair, 2001 by Lucy Culliton, 1966-
a few thoughts on the capitalism end-stage and what it means for us
the demise of humanity will not happen because we didn't know better but because we let abnormally rich, people(?) who literally don't care about objective truths rule the world.
herd mentality is real, us vs. them mentality is real and fearmongering is the rich and corrupts' favorite tactic to get everyone to do what they want.
that's why the US has a convicted felon and rapist in office for the 2nd time and nearly all of european parliaments are infested with neo-nazis. that's why there are wars in middle eastern countries that kill millions of innocent people every day.
we go in loops every 100 years or so, making the same or similar mistakes that cost millions of innocent people their lives, just because ignorant power-hungry maniacs want to have their way with the whole world.
they created a system that made us work for most of the day to survive, so that we are too tired to think about important things like politics at the end of the day.
they created tech that isolated us and tranquilized us so that we prefer to be by ourselves, scrolling endlessly for dopamine, instead of meeting our friends and community in third spaces or participating in actual hobbies.
that tech is now optimized to feed us misinformation that manipulates us into acting out of fear rather than reason. that tech is now beginning to censor certain words and ideas that the big leaders don't like. that tech that we had so much hope for even just 20 years ago is complicit in the erasure of our freedom, let that sink in.
they created the idea of wealth being the ultimate goal to strive for, stifling so many of our true dreams and personalities. they enabled a system that puts us at a disadvantage, because to them we are mere little cogs in their machine. people that work against that system are not useful to it. they will be silenced and/or eradicated.
if we keep allowing rich people to be in power of us we are never going to live in a society that benefits us.
all of us, including those who think they belong to the rich side (if you think having 1 million is a lot, i have news for you), are closer to being homeless than belonging to the top 1% that has accumulated such an obscene amount of wealth, they couldn't even spend all of it in 17 lifetimes.
the capitalism end-stage has arrived. the overton window shift to the right has almost been completed. if we stay silent and complacent now, we won't survive.
we need to become active in our local communities. we need to talk to each other. we need to talk to our local and regional politicians and vouch for them. we need to look out for each other and organize structures and systems to keep ourselves safe. and most importantly we need to keep making art, keep writing, keep researching, keep creating things that speak out against what is happening. never stop, especially not now.
"He can't do that!"
"That's illegal!"
"He is violating the constitution!"
Then fucking stop him! Arrest him, throw Musk out, bar them from entering when they try to access shit.
Because guess fucking what, laws only have meaning when they are enforced. They only matter when someone fucking does something about it.
ive been trying to lock in for like 12 weeks now
they should invent something transformative and rewarding that happens inside my comfort zone
no one will come to save you but some will offer you their hand to hold when life gets tough and those are the ppl that matter
kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc
sometimes you have to let certain feelings just pass through you. you feel it, then you let it go. you don’t hold on and you don’t act on it. it’s just visiting you for a moment and doesn’t have to mean much more
a reminder
i don't get how goals work i've never had a target goal i just flow through life like a little leaf being carried by the wind
Everything passes
