Maximum creative expression while there's still air in my lungs.
Stop pitying yourself. pity yourself, and life becomes an endless nightmare.
The school is bound by a conspiracy. A conspiracy full of betrayal, dishonesty, and lies. A spiral conspiracy, where rumors swirl around and no one knows where or how they begin. Friends seem like friends, but turn out to be enemies. Trustworthy people turn around and stab you in the back. People you've known all your life become strangers. No one is truly a friend. It is every kid for themselves.
Where am I? I, I stand in the midst of the spiral conspiracy. I who am a part of it, yet not involved at all. I, who stands calmly in the chaos while battles are won and lost. I, who does not seem to be there, yet am always there anyways.
I am Switzerland. You might ask, what does that have to do with anything? And I would answer, a lot.
You see, if you know anything about Switzerland; it's history, customs, land, you would know what I was talking about.
Switzerland is neutral. And that is me. I am no one's friend and no one's enemy. I love no one and hate no one. I am loyal to no one.
Except for myself. You might think that is selfish, and you may be right. But what is there to be loyal to amongst this spiral conspiracy? I know what I am thinking. I don't think I would turn around and stab myself in the back. I trust myself. Much like Switzerland, I am surrounded by mountains. Solid, heavy mountains of cautiousness, while countries, or students in my case, all around me wage war and sign treaties. I keep to myself, bound to no one and protected by my borders. Around me, people fight against each other using tactics and methods beyond imagination. Pretending to be on a side, then switching around to another. Some even switch just to be on the winning side. No one is friends with anyone else. Everyone is enemies with everyone else. The school is being overthrown by deceit.
But know now, it is falling apart. The spiral is unraveling in front of our very eyes. Everything will come apart, and that, that will be the end.
If, lets say, you were to write a story with me as the main character, it would certainly be a tragedy. No. Everyone's the same, in fact. He's the main character of his novel, and she's the main character of her movie. All those that walk this earth are the main characters of their own tragedies. All steal, and from all, something is stolen. We can't help it. That's who we are. Steal, and be stolen. Imprison, and be imprisoned. Follow, and be followed. Do, and be done. Affirm and negate over and over. We fight ceaselessly to save ourselves from loss. And yet the people and places we love will one day surely be lost. We will all surely be forgotten. Life is sad. Empty. But, despite knowing we will one day be bereft, despite knowing we will one day disappear, we still strive in wretched ways. We still wish to be beautiful. And I consider. "Which one?" I choose. "This one." Forever choosing, forever being chosen. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Spoiler - you die at the end
Then don't give a shyt.
and I don't mean be a jackass jerk nikka that thinks they flock to you the worse you treat them... as long as you treat one special
I mean in the back of your mind you worrying if you're subpar, if you're saying the right thing, if she's gonna ignore you, if you're gonna flub your lines, if you even GOT lines. Are you dressed right? Are your shoes new enough? what if she ask about your job?
You think all of that at the same time. Heart start racing, you break into a sweat...
oh shyt now you sweating!
Do your best to stop caring about all that stuff. Don't even care about missing the moment.
It's not even a moment to miss.
Hell, you'll even trip yourself up by trying to think of something to say. Don't do anything but speak and keep it moving. Talk when you got something to say.
It's all irrelevant. All of this. It doesn't matter.
Stop caring.
At the top of the mountain, but only halfway there.
So at the end of the day I'm still depressed, I just don't give a fuck anymore. In a good way.
If someone pushes you, push back twice as hard.
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
If you're going through hell, keep going.
Spoon Boy: Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead... only try to realize the truth.
Neo: What truth?
Spoon Boy: There is no spoon.
Neo: There is no spoon?
Spoon Boy: Then you'll see, that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.
Whenever you go out-of-doors, draw the chin in, carry the crown of the head high, and fill the lungs to the utmost; drink in the sunshine; greet your friends with a smile, and put soul into every handclasp. Do not fear being misunderstood and do not waste a minute thinking about your enemies. Try to fix firmly in your mind what you would like to do; and then, without veering off direction, you will move straight to the goal. Keep your mind on the great and splendid things you would like to do, and then, as the days go gliding away, you will find yourself unconsciously seizing upon the opportunities that are required for the fulfillment of your desire, just as the coral insect takes from the running tide the element it needs. Picture in your mind the able, earnest, useful person you desire to be, and the thought you hold is hourly transforming you into that particular individual. . . . Thought is supreme. Preserve a right mental attitude—the attitude of courage, frankness, and good cheer. To think rightly is to create. All things come through desire and every sincere prayer is answered. We become like that on which our hearts are fixed. Carry your chin in and the crown of your head high. We are gods in the chrysalis.
You have to be honest with yourself and live with dignity, not generic dignity, dignity in your eyes, you must be proud of your actions, you can cheat people and manipulate them, as long as you're not betraying who you are and what you believe.
Exploration is in our nature. We began as wanderers, and we are wanderers still. We have lingered long enough on the shores of the cosmic ocean. We are ready at last to set sail for the stars.
Your fate is sealed before u were born.
Life is like a video game. Think GTA or any open world. Sure we can have fun, do dumb shit or whatever throughout but in order to progress and reach ones full potential (beating the game) you must accomplish every mission.
Some missions are so demanding that you're forced to complete it.
Live your life and keep the commandments.
To defeat a monster, you must be willing to throw aside your humanity and all that makes you human.
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than absorbing the frequencies around you, when you start imprinting your intent on the universe rather than receiving an imprint from existence.
Their morals, their code, it's a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. When the chips are down, these civilized people, they'll eat each other.
I created the OASIS because I never felt at home in the real world. I just didn't know how to connect with people there. I was afraid for all my life, right up until the day I knew my life was ending. And that was when I realized that...as terrifying and painful as reality can be, it's also...the only place that... you can get a decent meal. Because, reality…is real.
It's time to face the pressure and if you keep at it, you won't lose. In this case, the only way to win is to play.
In the RPG of life, keep leveling up and face the new challenges--farming creep in the jungle will still level you up!--or rage quit and you will truly fail.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.
The only truth in this world is that there is no truth. Anyone can become a God or a Devil. All it takes is for people to believe it.
I'm a man who believes that I died 20 years ago. And I live like a man who is dead already. I have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything.
The longest journey begins with the first step.
I have no enemies at all.
Just keep learning as you do it. One thing after another...being empty means anything can fit inside you. If you want to be reborn, empty's the best way to be.
All is flux, nothing stays still.
Everything that humans can imagine is a possibility in reality.
Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
Today you...tomorrow me.
know that wherever you are is where you're supposed to be.
What you're looking at should make you feel something. Don't look for it. Act when the moment washes over you.
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
But how do you get out of that rut? You accept the world around you for how it is, and then promptly decide that you're sick of it -- sick of both the world in how it is, and yourself in how you're just rolling over and taking it. Acknowledge that it is not acceptable, even though it is truth. There is no value in you; there is only value in your world, and you the only one who can change it. Only then can you truly realize change.
Seek to learn, don't demand to be taught.
Maturity is realizing the nihilism isn't the end of thinking about things and that you're still morally obligated to lead yourself and others to a good life in spite of an absence of divine meaning beyond that which you must simply create for yourself.
We didn't even realize we were making memories, we just knew we were having fun.
Do you know what someone with no money has in common with someone with too much money? Living is no fun for them. If you have too much money, no matter what you buy, eat, or drink, everything gets boring in the end.
I'm not running away this time. I'm finally going to get…revenge on my life.
Sometimes you go through life looking at the stars and trip on rocks because you are not experiencing what's infront of you. The mind is like a child. You have to treat it like your child and not bow to every whim of every thing it wants you to pay attention to because you have other children. It's a tool and it works for you. You don't work for it.
Don't fight in the North or the South. Fight every battle everywhere, always, in your mind. Everyone is your enemy, everyone is your friend. Every possible series of events is happening all at once.
A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. So, he loses touch with reality and lives in a world of illusions. By thoughts I mean specifically "chatter in the skull"... perpetual and compulsive repetition of words... of reckoning and calculating.
I'm not saying thinking is bad. Like everything else, it's useful in moderation. A good servant, but a bad master - and all so called civilized peoples have increasingly become crazy and self-destructive. Through excessive thinking, they have lost touch with reality.
Most of us would have rather money than tangible wealth... and a great occasion is somehow spoiled for us unless photographed... and to read about it the next day in the newspaper is oddly more fun for us than the original event. This is a disaster.
To get in touch with reality there is an art of meditation... It is the art of temporarily silencing the mind... of stopping the "chatter in the skull". Of course you can't force your mind to be silent. That would be like trying to smooth ripples in water with a flat iron. Water becomes cool and clear only when left alone.
You must break the pattern today, or the loop will repeat tomorrow.
LIFE IS AN ENDLESS QUEST, WHERE YOU MUST
LEVEL UP CONSTANTLY: SOMETIMES ALONE,
SOMETIMES WITH COMPANY.
You know, we only got 100 years here, so gotta go after it.
Fish trapped in a fishbowl are happier when they don't know how vast the sea is.
It's only a failure if you stop trying, otherwise, it's an experiment.
Lately my dreams feel more real than reality.
They are so vivid and full of life. The genuine connections I have with people-- the adventures. Just living life.
And then I wake up. And it feels like the loop starts over again. Everything on a ducking [sic] schedule.
I am starting to have a hard time differentiating what happened in my dreams vs reality.
Sometimes I feel like this is a dream. Maybe my dreams are real life instead.
I was thrown out of college for cheating on the metaphysics exam; I looked into the soul of the boy next to me.
The most important thing is to be whatever you are without shame.
In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different.
The last time I saw him he was walking down Lover's Lane holding his own hand.
There is no need to seek students, just as there is no need to seek lessons. When the teacher is ready, the student appears.
I just invent, then wait until man comes around to needing what I've invented.
Give up the feeling of responsibility, let go your hold, resign the care of your destiny to higher powers, be genuinely indifferent as to what becomes of it all and you will find not only that you gain a perfect inward relief, but often also, in addition, the particular goods you sincerely thought you were renouncing.
…Everything in life is a mental picture. Every goal you have begins as a picture in your mind. And anything you don't like about yourself or your life can be changed by changing your mental pictures. Never forget: Even forgiveness is a mental picture.
People who don't play the game of life and act like they high and mighty are just scared children to enter the colosseum this ain't a video game you can lose your life and everything you ever worked for stay on the sidelines making comments or be a man and jump in the game.
Life becomes worthwhile when you have worthwhile goals. Emptiness is a symptom that you are not living creatively. You either have no goal that is important enough to you, or you are not using your talents and efforts in striving toward an important goal. It is the person who has no purpose of his own who pessimistically concludes, "Life has no purpose." It is the person who has no goal worth working for who concludes, "Life is not worthwhile." It is the person with no important job to do who complains, "There is nothing to do." The individual who is actively engaged in a struggle, or in striving toward an important goal, does not come up with pessimistic philosophies concerning the meaninglessness or the futility of life.
Emptiness is not a way that wins. The failure mechanism is self-perpetuating, unless we step in and break the vicious cycle. Emptiness, when once experienced, can become a way of avoiding effort, work, and responsibility. It becomes an excuse, or a justification, for noncreative living. If all is vanity, if there is no new thing under the sun, if there is no joy to be found anyway—why bother? Why try? If life is just a treadmill—if we work eight hours a day so we can afford a house to sleep in, so we can sleep eight hours to become rested for another day's work—why get excited about it? All these intellectual "reasons" vanish, however, and we do experience joy and satisfaction, when once we get off the treadmill, stop going around and around in circles, and select some goal worth striving for— and go after it.
What you do speaks so loudly that I cannot hear what you say
Be curious. Read widely. Try new things. I think a lot of what people call intelligence boils down to curiosity.
What the camera produces is not the end product, it's just a starting point. It's your art, you do what you want with it.
A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory. A far-off memory that's like a scattered dream. I want to line the pieces up - yours and mine.
Making money is art and working is art and good business is the best art.
Oh hell nah don't hide yo face now, you in porn it's too late for that!
Sometimes the problem is that you're looking for something that doesn't exist. It's a unique empty feeling, when you feel like you need *something,* but the something is super intangible. As weird as it is: just stop looking. Stop trying to find "the thing" you're looking for, because there are two outcomes with that mindset: Either you find it, and then you replace it with something else to find, or you never find it and you're just miserable forever.
Do things that make you happy. Do things that make others happy. Don't do stuff that makes you or other unhappy. Eventually, when you break the cycle of searching, the anxiety/depression will subside a great deal. Life is what it is, make it as good as you can, always fight to make it better, but don't feel like you have some ultimate goal to achieve, it will only serve to make you miserable.
Work hard, be somebody. Be something more than what you see in the mirror; Let the world be your mirror, Don't let 'em judge you; because the mirror can't Judge you. You judge what you see in the mirror.
If you know the way broadly you will see it in everything.
The pool you're swimming in is much bigger than you think.
Do you and fuck the opps
You can't do anything without assurance. You can never open a door if you're not certain of success. However, Mr. Khun, the world never waits for your to choose an answer. These numerous doors which were all correct will turn into doors of death after mere seconds.
Whether you think you can, or you think you can't – you're right.
I've never really been connected to anything, and it caused me to think a lot.
You have to be some what unhinged to be creative.
Don't have to overthink it, just dive in, theoretics are overvalued, you're looking to gain as much practical experience as possible. Cross each bridge as you get there instead of planning your full journey ahead.
Everything is art, isn't it? It all seems like it. All beginnings and ends; it's all just art.
Those who rule can sympathize with those who serve, but they must not show it. Do things the way you like. And if no one follows, then you just weren't the right vessel to lead them.
If you want to see the truth without obstruction, you must struggle onwards with your own flesh, blood and soul as a sacrifice.
Few know the burden of being told they have a brilliant mind and being completely unrelatable. That's why these few stick to creating and writing. Only when that pen to paper touches, will they ever feel understood.
i've never encountered a problem i couldn't solve on my own. i just ran out of time
A Master in the Art of Living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation.
He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing.
To himself, he always appears to be doing both.
real culdesac write ya name in the cement & last for eternity hours
You have to be honest with yourself and live with dignity, not generic dignity, dignity in your eyes, you must be proud of your actions, you can cheat people and manipulate them, as long as you're not betraying who you are and what you believe.
Reintroduced to people I've been introduced to, did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you've met me in fear that I won't remember?
we woulda been friends no matter when we met
so crazy that if u just touch a computer in the right ways u can make like 100 billion dollars
it's not trauma dumping it's explaining the lore
If angels speak to me why would I ever need your opinion?
It's so fucking genius. Born during the last dying breaths of an "old world". Close enough to have a taste for what it was like, but too late to truly experience it. Just enough to long for it, whatever it was. Just in time for a completely new age. The year *2000*. The "information age". All-knowing, if you want it, and if you can handle it. Almost like we were given training wheels for godhood. Told all our lives of past catastrophic events that have wiped out civilizations several times over. Told of a prophesied apocalyptic/religious event. And clearly born just in time to experience it...whatever the hell it REALLY is.
Is it just pure luck and coincidence? Who told you that life doesn't or can't go a certain way? Have you been here before? What are you basing the reference on? What if this is all a realistic dream? Sure, people around you say it's one thing. After all, they've lived THEIR lives, and their parents have lived THEIR lives, and nothing happened.
But I implore you to disregard what "others" have told you. I mean... think about it, take it into consideration, but realize that all you can know for sure is your own consciousness and experience. Do you remember the exact moment when you enter the world of a dream? Or do you suddenly find yourself there, following along? Does everyone else in the dream not feel separate and autonomous from you? Yet it's your own manifestation. It's turtles all the way down. Please wake up. Maybe I'm only posting this to myself, and for all intents and purposes you guys don't even really exist. But on the off-chance that I'm wrong, and you ARE on the other end receiving this message, I beg of you to look a little closer. We are not where we think we are.
Have a good day.
My paranoia has never led me astray, though.
I have never felt truly connected to the rest of humanity. I was always… a bit of a stranger, I guess. Out there in the Dream Realm, with only Nightmare Creatures surrounding me, that connection grew even more ethereal. Sometimes, I even felt like everything except for that desolate purgatory had been just a fleeting dream… a strange illusion that I had imagined. The Dream Realm… it seemed much more real. It seemed like a place where I belonged. With other monsters like me…
You have to light yourself on fire to reap the blessings of the fire. That was what my grandmother used to say, so that was what I did. I doused myself in oil, and set myself aflame. And I burned.
Never trust the gods.
As much as I don't want to fight you...and as much as I wish you luck in ending this Nightmare...I am a very, very petty person. I also have a great memory. I tend to remember my grudges
What I am trying to say, Sunless, is that you don't need to belong somewhere, or to something. You just need to make something belong to you. That is how you can find home…
One thing I noticed is that my heart always seems to ache, doesn't matter whether it's in a nightmare or in the real life. So, that demands a question… if the heartache is the same, then maybe the nature of both the dream and the reality is the same, as well?
The second thing I noticed was that many of my thoughts, actions, and reactions don't really make sense. Sometimes my hands will try to do something on their own, and sometimes fragments of feelings, ideas, and judgments that I have to cause [sic] to possess will just appear on their own. Easy to explain in a dream… not so much in the waking world. And I am awake, am I? Or am I? Or am I not? Sometimes, it's hard to say…
Well, it's that, real or not, I am really... really, really hard to break. As it turns out. At least not to the point where I'll be unable to think. And notice things. Oh, and I did notice a few things…
There's nothing more pathetic than a slave who begins to trust his slavers
…but finding solutions is what we, humans, are best at. Especially when motivated by necessity.
A true swordsman never drinks himself into a stupor.
Every system in its infancy is the easiest to exploit.