Emotions - Blog Posts
Maybe all that we want is already taken— no matter how much we cry, yearn, lament, we never seem to get what we seek.
A life-changing epiphany.
A complication.
A trepidation
that even in
the insurgents,
the ones with
bottles and bottles
of red pills,
the Mavericks.
Within them,
lies those
still
enslaved by
the very fruits of their rebellion.
A life-changing epiphany.
A complication.
A trepidation
that even in
the insurgents,
the ones with
bottles and bottles
of red pills,
the Mavericks.
Within them,
lies those
still
enslaved by
the very fruits of their rebellion.
I have given up on everything except the believe, in thyself as if am anything special
Once, I was a fisherboy— happy with everything that happened.
It’s all behind me now. Everything that happens intimidates me.
Someday, I’ll reach the great lakes, become a fisherboy again, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll learn to enjoy what time offers me.
Fisherboy
How I love the beer company ads of non drinkers. They fully mirror the kind of world we are in, how it fucks us up and then advertises itself as a better place to live in.
life is all that we got,ours not there's.
art by @kmcvisuals
All the romance. All the dreams. All the love. we thought to give but never did, at some point fades away and we are left to settle with anything that works. In the end its only what we never wanted to become, to have, to reflect that we cheer with.
there is beauty in building up something, love in watching it grow, Satisfaction when it stands and experience when by fate it fails.
THEY SAY THAT the weak have no right to say no but, who affirms that there yes is not a NO ?
fate again.
The heart goes cold.
The heart grows old.
The repetition of moments be it trembling or joyous.
The heart loses it all in the end.
art by @kmcvisuals
Some say hope is a good thing, others all heartedly warn us against it. Country men , isn’t that life? that what frees some enslaves others and completely dismantles them out of existence.
art by @kmcvisuals
Some are young rocks, arrows, spears, barrettes and jackhammers cant penetrate throw them. Opposite, lies the intricates the roses of this world the fragiles. For people like these it needs not much, a word, a gaze or silence and everything is shuttered.
He felt like a pigeon unknown to him the time the cage could open up.
It did petrify him though,
that if he didn’t realize that it was his life he was consuming,
all possibilities pointed to a destruction of himself in search for an escape.
In this decorated room, my soul murmurs a prayer that at least this time, this manufactured happiness can last more than just a nights sleep and that I can forget all of myself without coming back the next day for another glassed antidote.
Darkness comes on once in a while, it’s hard to escape it completely. A few who have triumphed escaping it are geniuses, precious and are lucky. To the rest of us, darkness visits once in a while
That way it’s easier, easier to accept that I don’t have it all.
To dine and align with my inner being
that keeps on reminding me of
all that am not and
of all that am meant to be but so far I have failed to become.
she got to realize time to time, that she was a granite. She was a person never seen anywhere on this planet at least not in the places she had been too.
Myself is crippling me, myself is a critic that always it has to find a negative thing to say about me. Myself is fear and the purpose of me has always been to overcome it.
art by @kmcvisuals
We have been given this one life, what much can we do with it apart from living as our hearts crave.
We have been given this one life and sadly you can’t live it all within the game of risking yet, confusingly those who risk it at most get out totall liberated.
@lifepath25
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Extremists live melancholy lives, they are always at the edges. Their hands suffocate, bruises, blood, scars. They are always pulling the rope to their end forgetting that the world stands on a balance. They fascinate themselves with things and that’s prison in itself.
Art by @kmcvisuals
Things don’t work like that. Things aren’t seen in eyes not yours. Things are not forced. Things are things and we know not who’s right or wrong until mistakes are made.
Am being created in addiction. Driven by obsession’ tamed by love, blinded by free will. I live strictly by a dogma but a one I have set myself. I am obsessed I am addicted I am tamed …but I am free.
When you realize that neither being emotionally volatile works nor suppressing the emotions work so now you have to learn letting yourself feel your emotions but not letting your emotions control you. Like. Do I really have to put in the work now? Scandalous.
Villainification of Perfectly Reasonable Anger; A Queer Feminist's Rant.
I am so tired of the entire 'man hating' feminist narrative and everything surrounding it, honestly. Yes, I am angry, Kevin. And this anger is here to stay. I am angry because you are quite literally making me debate if I deserve human rights or not? If my gender deserves healthcare or not?
I was watching a video (Essayist: Contrapoints) today where the woman perfectly articulates the immense emotional disdain and burden felt by the person of minority when they are asked to sit and 'debate'/explain why they deserve the bare freaking minimum, why their existence is valid, to their 'oppressor'-- and it almost made me tear up, because I have been put into that position to explain/debate so so many times. Topics like abortion, equal pay, LGBTQ rights-- that I have had to discuss 'rationally' with people in my life, because they simply have differing 'opinions'. I could never put that terrible feeling into words.
My dear, you are putting people in the position where their entire existence is put to question and placed up for debate like a simple small political issue-- and then you ask them to not be angry? When they argue back, why is it an 'overly emotional' and 'irrational' response? Is their pain, sadness and fury not warranted? Is it really an overreaction, or simply the most natural fucking response?
Is feeling hurt and angry because people who I am surrounded with, live with, frequent places with, talk daily with, cannot-- forget accepting my identity--even wrap their head around it sometimes, that unreasonable? I would say.. it isn't. So my rage is here to stay. And whilst it won't be directed at you, it will stay until we have fixed this accursed state of society.
Or nevermind that.
Which brings me to my second point.
The Romanticisation of Cold Logic and Neutral Stance
Why have we started romanticizing 'neutral cold hard logic' or 'detached stance' so much? A person who remains emotionless in the argument is not the winner. They simply do not have enough leverage in the topics being discussed (especially in cases of gender issues).
You say 'let's discuss why women shouldn't be allowed body autonomy' and you expect me to be like 'oh dear Jared, of course, let's have a calm and collected "debate" about our body rights. Do you want a tea while we discuss this little measly political issue?'
Jared, the only reason you aren't loosing your shit right now is because this thing won't ever affect you the way it does the person opposite to you. So don't ask me to 'chill out'.
We are angry and it's fucking valid.
Peace.
"Hope comes so naturally to you."
I read this line over and over again and sometimes I wish, it didn't. Sometimes, I wish hope didn't come easily to me. Sometimes, I just wish your comforting nihilism and words of how it shall all turn to dust either way appealed to me naturally.
I walk around this world and as I grow, I learn more of it. I see the destruction, the ruins we send our environment into, the hatred that spreads like a deadly poison, the bigotry, the complete breakdown this economy is having around us, the rich become richer and the poor only grow poorer. The divide, the ignorance, just the sheer amount of misery-- Misery. The common affliction to human condition.
And yet, I hate to think, 'Nothing will change'.
It would be *so* easy to. But I cannot.
Because I don't know what happens next-- then how can I say it never changes? Never will?
We don't know what will happen to everything.
What do we know?
That it will all eventually turn to dust.
Might as well turn to dust bearing some hope. Trying what little we can, bringing change in the little corner of the world. Maybe, just maybe the world will learn.
Because if it all ends, then what's the harm in hoping?
There are two ways you can live your life-- as the ignorant one. Ignorance is, in itself, bliss. To never let yourself be aware of the wretchedness of it all.
And as the aware one. To be aware, to be conscious, to be critical and slowly feel yourself become jaded. It is the more painful way.
But if history stands as evidence, it is the critical one who challenged the status quo. The critique who dares to hope for better has always been the one bringing change.
"I look around and see the misery. I look around and can't help but be aware of the futility. But I still clutch kindness closely to my heart. I still hold on to humanity and its dynamic ability to change. I still hope.
Because to hope, is to live.
And to live without hope, is to live a miserable life."
Re: Hope might come naturally to me, but even if it did not, even if it stopped being the case- I will still choose it.
I have felt so many emotions this past month that I feel like I learned what it truly means to be human
To: Heaven
For: My Darling
Skyscraper of glass, bluish hues of dawn
Fever dreams mid-november
Memories lost in the winter strom
Whispers of mist on my window
Ghost of your touch haunting my dreams
Your reflection on my bedroom mirror
Yet when I blink you're gone.
Ocean of grief drowning me to its heart
Stay for a little while, my sweet darling
My eyes have gone dry, no tears left
Show me mercy, even if it's fickle
I'll fall to my knees, gazing at heavens above
Strings of our heart intertwined
Yet we're two world's apart
Come back my darling
Or expect my arrival.