I guess I’m starting again
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Long running absence
Sprint into some existence
Never had good lungs
Not much else matters, because why would it
Live our lives aware of the influences around us
But remove our concern when we acknowledge something that makes us
I know I have posted about a similar idea before, but just in case anyone has forgotten, time never stops, no matter how much or little you want it to, it keeps on. The passage of time is what makes life beautiful and unbearable. I don’t believe that time heals all wounds. Closure and time are not synonymous; effort is what heals wounds whether it be at a cellular or conscious level. Time will not take care of you, only carry you forward, not worrying about the branches that might smack you in the face that reach into the path you travel on. Time is a constant, and you can deal with it in two ways: accept it or fight it.
Rely on the power of your mind for your happiness and it’s best that you act as a pacifist when dealing with time.
Do you think that it is equally as wrong to not help as to harm?
I’ll give you a real life circumstance to make the question a bit less abstract.
1. There is a boy drowning in a fountain that you walk by, you are completely able to swim, but you don’t want to get your clothes wet, so you don’t help the boy.
2. There is a boy standing alongside a fountain, you pick up this boy, then actively drown him.
Are 1 and 2 equal in your eyes?
It becomes a question of end result vs. how the end result came to be. If you believe that the end all be all is the resulting circumstance, i.e. that the boy drowned, then not helping becomes just as incorrect morally as harming does. If you believe that the how of how the ending circumstance came to be, i.e. not helping the drowning boy vs. drowning the boy, is more important, then you would have to argue one side vs. the other. Even if you are someone that thinks the how of the situation is more important than the result, there is still not a heavy push toward one side or the other.
It is simple to see that drowning the boy would be wrong. There are very few situations that allow for moral obligation to drown little boys, but just in case this boy might have been drowned to save the world from implosion or something of the sort, let’s stipulate that this boy was drowned by no morally obligating circumstances. This boy was drowned because you felt like drowning him with no confounding variables coming into play.
Initially, it seems that one should say that the actively drowning would be a higher degree of wrong than not helping, but you must take into account that you are fully able to help, no danger is posed to you, and the only reason why you don’t help is because of minor inconvenience. In both conditionals a boy drowns, with one being completely incurred by you, and the other being completely preventable by you.
Do you still have the same answer?
I just want to write angry. I want to write listening to a Miley Cyrus song about cussing out an ex with texting acronyms. Sometimes when things get shitty, you just have to violently unzip your laptop case and type out something, anything, until you realize you’re mashing the keys way too hard and your sentences are barely coherent. So then you edite edit and start typing again.
The song that just came on was acoustic. Skip. Miley Cyrus, again. I’m not sure why it feels so right to listen to Miley when I’m typing angry, but damn it, it does.
There are some days where things just aren’t going to work for you, and more often than not (at least in my case), things go well for a significant period of time, then the Earth says, “oh, hey there, been a while”, and (I apologize for the vulgarity) decides to drop massive amounts of excretion on you and everything that you touch. The dryers don’t work properly, Mr. Prius is failing me, and the wifi is faulty as ever. Things just aren’t working well for me right now, but the thing that I find myself thinking is that I should definitely be angrier about what’s happening, but my initial anger has already almost faded into nothing.
I’m not sure if I actually think my situation is funny, or I’m laughing out of frustration, but I sure have been laughing in the last hour, and that’s sure as hell better than not laughing. Sure, I wish that things worked out a tad more in my favor, but one: life will continue on, two: the way that I dealt with my problems was pretty entertaining because my own antics constantly surprise me (ex. the sprinkler pipe is now my clothes dryer). I started this post intending for it to come off a lot angrier, but the things that happened to me are so un-horrible in the scheme of things that it would feel quite silly to actually sulk about it. If you take your situation and turn it around a little, maybe flip it once or twice, you might find that it’ll be alright soon enough, and if you laugh excessively like me, you’ll probably giggle a little in the process.
Life happens seven days a week. I feel like some people forget that. It seems that way too often people get caught up in the idea that it’s fine to just turn the autopilot on for the chunk of the days that they don’t exactly enjoy (i.e. school, job), as if life pauses for those seven or eight hours a day. You don’t necessarily have to be productive, you just have to be there. Being present should not be a conditional phrase.
Existence does not pause. The Earth is a practically a living entity in itself, never ceasing it’s processes deep within its core, up to the surface that we inhabit. If the Earth paused, if the Earth stopped rotating, if convection cells stopped moving, if the core stopped heating, slowly, the inhabitants of the planet would begin to die off. There would be catastrophic consequences if the Earth decided to simply be present one day, but productivity wasn’t necessary.
We are our own planets. We sustain something that is greater than us. Effort from humans is imperative from individual to global scale. We have a minute period of time that we, in the truest form of you and me to today, will exist on this Earth, and to wish your hours away is a sad condition that needs to be changed. Every second, every minute, every hour is precious, which might sound hackneyed, but it is so incredibly true.
There is always something you can make better about yourself and the world around you. If you live in a way where you are finding the good in the world, and putting more of it into the universe, no time will ever be wasted. Don’t judge your use of time on numbers, numbers are a concept that humans created for scientific/selfish means. Be present.