"I just ran over your dog." What do you feel? You feel upset, angry, sad, and a lot of other possible negative emotions? Of course you do. You probably feel that because of the statement's subject. But not because of the words itself. Why not? Don't words have power? They do but i feel that they lack a certain power to "Compel". If you disect the sentence you won't find any sort of power at all. Lets do just that to illistrate my point.
"I" refering to the self, me, the person whom you are conversing refering to one's self. "I" 9th letter of the alphabet. Not alot of feeling or power or compulsion in just I
"Just" Refering to one being just, a moment ago.
"Ran" Have run, run in a previous time.
"Over" above, higher than some other object, place, ideal, person.
"Your" What you have, possessions, things of ownership.
"Dog" a four legged mammal that has been domesticated by humans, a pet, a friend, a low state of being ex. "That man is a Dog",
Each word has no strength, No significant power. The English language is one of little power there isn't much emotion or compelling to it at all. I feel that our language needs a bit more discretion when using certain words. I had this conversation with my friend and he says the world Love is tossed around all the time in the media and such. It lost some of its meaning. When you think of the word love you have the thoughts of a fiery, powerful emotion that is attributed to another human being. I feel that words shouldn't just describe how we feel, words should make us feel as we say them. If i say Love i should feel the emotion love or be feeling Love when i say it. Words should be able to convey that power no matter the situation that they're used in. If i say Murder i expect some some sort of sign of displeasure or revulsion from the subject at hand but not for the word to be casually thrown about and said without any feeling like when someone in the news says "Today the marks the anniversary of the Murder of ....." Words, just by saying them, should be able to compel emotion to significant degrees. And as such our society shouldn't be able to just toss words about like they are so very cheep. Though they aren't hard to fabricate they are an invaluable resource for all.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Hate number 4
Nother late post....
OK guys, here's my forth on my ranking of things I hate. I Hate Hate....just do. Hate is just a useless emotion that completely limits ones potential and uses up valuable energy for no good reason. I mean there are some good hates like hating bad things like killing and hate itself but its just a big circle of hate to hate hate. But none the less reasonable to hate it. Intolerance and anger to something isn't always bad. Killing incites much anger from many people therefore it is completely reasonable to hate killing/murder. But hating hate is something that isn't as resonable, first off its a contradiction of the whole premise. If you hate hate, then you hate that you hate hate and so on and so forth until infinity. So hating hate is completely unreasonable. It is better to say i hate the feeling of hate. Its nothing but a burn, a constant warm feeling that doesn't go away. It leads to outbursts and complete loss of control, it also makes you do things you wouldn't usually do. Feeling hate is almost always unpleasant. So I guess that wraps up number 4, i might post other thoughts on my other 3 hates. but i'm tired and its 2 Am so i 'm gunna go to bed.
OK guys, here's my forth on my ranking of things I hate. I Hate Hate....just do. Hate is just a useless emotion that completely limits ones potential and uses up valuable energy for no good reason. I mean there are some good hates like hating bad things like killing and hate itself but its just a big circle of hate to hate hate. But none the less reasonable to hate it. Intolerance and anger to something isn't always bad. Killing incites much anger from many people therefore it is completely reasonable to hate killing/murder. But hating hate is something that isn't as resonable, first off its a contradiction of the whole premise. If you hate hate, then you hate that you hate hate and so on and so forth until infinity. So hating hate is completely unreasonable. It is better to say i hate the feeling of hate. Its nothing but a burn, a constant warm feeling that doesn't go away. It leads to outbursts and complete loss of control, it also makes you do things you wouldn't usually do. Feeling hate is almost always unpleasant. So I guess that wraps up number 4, i might post other thoughts on my other 3 hates. but i'm tired and its 2 Am so i 'm gunna go to bed.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Stand divided, stand alone
Sorry. late post. I'll do better next time blah blah blah.....
Almost everyone will have to stand alone at some point in their lives. Sometimes that the right choice it the one where your made to face wrong alone. But when your making a choice it is crucial that you have no doubt, no regret before and after the consequence, and follow thorough to the end. If you can't abide by these conditions you become divided, you doubt yourself. You wonder, is this the right decision? Am I in the right? At this moment you become the enemy and lead yourself down a self destructive path. I was told too late in my life when someone said, "Live your life without any regrets." I got angry at them for not telling me sooner, why wasn't this told when i could first comprehend language? It is something that am now at peace with, I have yet to meet the person who has no regrets. I have made many decisions where i argue to myself whether they were the right or wrong, but in the end it is just a simple decision, nothing too major. If it was then oh well, remember to do better next time. At least divided you will feel a little relief when the moment comes where you say, "See, i knew in my gut that was the right decision." Publicly standing divided is a bit more acceptable then taking an aggressively forward stance.
Standing divided i will argue is worse than standing alone. Its better to have a hoard of enemies then to be your own. But standing alone isn't always the correct decision. Perhaps your the only one standing for the wrong option, sometimes following the crowd is the correct thing to do, at least for the time being. Many times i have stood alone, one of the only ones to make a decision that i believed was correct. On more than one occasion i was wrong, this has dissuaded me from making a spectacle of myself by stating Right and Wrong. But i have also felt the sting of being alone when making the objectively right choice. Having to betray friends because i believed i was right. The loneliness is something everyone will have to face no matter how right you are. I would rather stand alone for the right decision then to stand divided.
What would you rather stand? Divided or Alone.
Almost everyone will have to stand alone at some point in their lives. Sometimes that the right choice it the one where your made to face wrong alone. But when your making a choice it is crucial that you have no doubt, no regret before and after the consequence, and follow thorough to the end. If you can't abide by these conditions you become divided, you doubt yourself. You wonder, is this the right decision? Am I in the right? At this moment you become the enemy and lead yourself down a self destructive path. I was told too late in my life when someone said, "Live your life without any regrets." I got angry at them for not telling me sooner, why wasn't this told when i could first comprehend language? It is something that am now at peace with, I have yet to meet the person who has no regrets. I have made many decisions where i argue to myself whether they were the right or wrong, but in the end it is just a simple decision, nothing too major. If it was then oh well, remember to do better next time. At least divided you will feel a little relief when the moment comes where you say, "See, i knew in my gut that was the right decision." Publicly standing divided is a bit more acceptable then taking an aggressively forward stance.
Standing divided i will argue is worse than standing alone. Its better to have a hoard of enemies then to be your own. But standing alone isn't always the correct decision. Perhaps your the only one standing for the wrong option, sometimes following the crowd is the correct thing to do, at least for the time being. Many times i have stood alone, one of the only ones to make a decision that i believed was correct. On more than one occasion i was wrong, this has dissuaded me from making a spectacle of myself by stating Right and Wrong. But i have also felt the sting of being alone when making the objectively right choice. Having to betray friends because i believed i was right. The loneliness is something everyone will have to face no matter how right you are. I would rather stand alone for the right decision then to stand divided.
What would you rather stand? Divided or Alone.
Monday, March 7, 2011
What's the point...
Well gang, i have another late post because of my lousy prioritizing skills. I was playing minecraft with my friends and then my dad wanted to get on the computer to "check something". "Checking Something" turned into 3 hours of watching movies. I decided that it would be best to just go to bed, completely forgetting about my post. I woke up this mourning watching the Colbert Report and suddenly it became apparent that i had forgotten to blog. *Face Palm*
Lately i have started to question the point of my life. I work at a job where i only get 4-5 hours a week which has been going on even before i started college. My parents are getting a divorce and both are directly and indirectly trying to paint each other as the bad guy. My brother is oblivious to everything going around him and is so self centered that he has little to no empathic ties with anyone, that on top of the fact that he's lazy as hell. But those are just stress's in my life, things that make me think deeply about the issues around me. School is also another creator of stress, I'm on academic probation and am doing poorly in all but one class...
All of this has got me wondering, what's the point of it all? What's the point of my job, my parents, my brother, my school. What's the point of my life? I often fantasize about running away from home, taking all the money in my bank account and running from it all. Completely unrestrained freedom is what i crave, to see the world is what i want to do. How am i doing that sitting in a class room typing papers, listening to lectures, stocking shelves at work, and sitting at home washing dishes... It's not. Sure its making a good resume for myself by going to college but i don't even know what I'm doing here. My dream (probably just a goal that i fabricated for myself) is becoming a geneticist. Exploring the human gene and unlocking it's secrets was my goal but now it's becoming distant with all the work that i have to do and the difficulties I'll have to overcome. And even if i do triumph, then what? Work hard as a geneticist and eventually retire. WORK WORK WORK! That's all i see within the American dream. Sure there's good work, fulfilling work, and important work but whats the point of all that? I fully embrace the fact that i am going to die. I don't know when, i don't know how, i just am and everyone else is as well. And i am infuriated at sciences attempt at fabricating immortality, whats the point of a story that will never end? When you have seen all there is and done all that can be done then what? Where's the finality, the end of your road. In the end, whether we like it or not, is darkness. Nothing at the end, nothing. Everything will turn into nothingness and there is nothing humans or any other being can do to stop it. I think there is no point of taking any roads that life lays out for you if they all reach the same end. In the end one will die and be forgotten. Their works eventually tossed aside for being outdated and boring. I don't see the point of it.
I watch a show called Torchwood that confirms for the characters that there is nothing after death but infinite and lonely darkness. One character asked what's the point of it all? The other character (who had died before) said this is it, This right now is the point of life. Arguing to make the best and most of it. Another character in the series is completely immortal. He finds little to no pleasure in his life because there is no constant threat of death convincing him to do something. He undergoes a level of sadness that no human being can accurately comprehend, he sees loved ones age and die before his eyes and nothing can alleviate the pain but to try and forget....But he believes that forgetting those who died would be worse then any sin he ever commit. So it left me with a sense of complete and total helplessness, immortality kills you morally, mentally, and emotionally. While not being immortal leaves you to face infinity of nothingness. Which is worse?
I can't believe that making the most of life by eking out all the pleasure you can while making a difference in the world or universe is even a worthwhile existence either. I'm just at a loss for motivation, going through the motions of life. (Please spare your comments about the worry for my well being. I think it would be better if you commented on someone elses post.)
Lately i have started to question the point of my life. I work at a job where i only get 4-5 hours a week which has been going on even before i started college. My parents are getting a divorce and both are directly and indirectly trying to paint each other as the bad guy. My brother is oblivious to everything going around him and is so self centered that he has little to no empathic ties with anyone, that on top of the fact that he's lazy as hell. But those are just stress's in my life, things that make me think deeply about the issues around me. School is also another creator of stress, I'm on academic probation and am doing poorly in all but one class...
All of this has got me wondering, what's the point of it all? What's the point of my job, my parents, my brother, my school. What's the point of my life? I often fantasize about running away from home, taking all the money in my bank account and running from it all. Completely unrestrained freedom is what i crave, to see the world is what i want to do. How am i doing that sitting in a class room typing papers, listening to lectures, stocking shelves at work, and sitting at home washing dishes... It's not. Sure its making a good resume for myself by going to college but i don't even know what I'm doing here. My dream (probably just a goal that i fabricated for myself) is becoming a geneticist. Exploring the human gene and unlocking it's secrets was my goal but now it's becoming distant with all the work that i have to do and the difficulties I'll have to overcome. And even if i do triumph, then what? Work hard as a geneticist and eventually retire. WORK WORK WORK! That's all i see within the American dream. Sure there's good work, fulfilling work, and important work but whats the point of all that? I fully embrace the fact that i am going to die. I don't know when, i don't know how, i just am and everyone else is as well. And i am infuriated at sciences attempt at fabricating immortality, whats the point of a story that will never end? When you have seen all there is and done all that can be done then what? Where's the finality, the end of your road. In the end, whether we like it or not, is darkness. Nothing at the end, nothing. Everything will turn into nothingness and there is nothing humans or any other being can do to stop it. I think there is no point of taking any roads that life lays out for you if they all reach the same end. In the end one will die and be forgotten. Their works eventually tossed aside for being outdated and boring. I don't see the point of it.
I watch a show called Torchwood that confirms for the characters that there is nothing after death but infinite and lonely darkness. One character asked what's the point of it all? The other character (who had died before) said this is it, This right now is the point of life. Arguing to make the best and most of it. Another character in the series is completely immortal. He finds little to no pleasure in his life because there is no constant threat of death convincing him to do something. He undergoes a level of sadness that no human being can accurately comprehend, he sees loved ones age and die before his eyes and nothing can alleviate the pain but to try and forget....But he believes that forgetting those who died would be worse then any sin he ever commit. So it left me with a sense of complete and total helplessness, immortality kills you morally, mentally, and emotionally. While not being immortal leaves you to face infinity of nothingness. Which is worse?
I can't believe that making the most of life by eking out all the pleasure you can while making a difference in the world or universe is even a worthwhile existence either. I'm just at a loss for motivation, going through the motions of life. (Please spare your comments about the worry for my well being. I think it would be better if you commented on someone elses post.)
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