How gorgeous is this.
I’ve been waiting to see this again.
And people wounder why I act so silly all the time. its to hide the pain…..
Live as a Protagonist
Nothing really matters, yet everything matters. Everything is of relative importance on different scales, to different ends, and different people. This is a conundrum that has perplexed me for a while, mostly because I wanted an answer. I wanted an answer to the question: Why should I care about everything?
After a lot of careful thought, I found a solution that works for me. I intend to live my life like the protagonist. I think this solution is rather simple, and universal, if you have a taste anything fictitious.
To be a protagonist is to be the lead of a story, to be interesting, to succeed or fail. The things I like, the stories, and fiction hold little consequence to what I perceive to be the “real” world. However, even the “real” things seem unimportant when placed to scale.
In order to have importance, something must be given importance. One can easily dismiss anything as unimportant, as long as they accept the consequences. But, to live in a story is to have a self-contained existence. You can give your life importance by treating it like a story. That’s not to say a journal of your adventures is worth more than a speck of dust, but an interesting life, a life well lived, is as important as anything and everything because it is the unit of one’s existence.
In conclusion, I think it is reasonable to say someone should live his/her life as a protagonist. I will; I will carry on, and be the best person I can be; I will march forward, and refuse to let the story end; I will the best me I can be; I will seize the day and make sure every last moment would be worth reading about. I will live my life so that it interests me, and would be something that I or someone else would want to learn about.
I think that’s a rather good goal.
I curse, swear, and use ‘profane’ language less on the internet than I do IRL. Why? Perhaps I value you and the anonymous masses over people I know. Perhaps I just have no respect ‘real’ people. Perhaps it is because the internet is eternal.
I honestly don’t have an answer. Given my opinion on words, I’m not sure.
First off, I don’t care about words. Talk is cheap.
- A personal dislike of mine is hypocrisy. I suppose many dislike it, but I REALLY despise it. Words hold the capacity to make hypocrisy easy.
- Words are heard by the blind, and Actions by the deaf. What I mean by this is that (through my observations of the world) it seems that many people don’t look at what others do around them, be it good or bad, but these people can hear the most empty of speech and find it an absolute. On the contrary you have people who won’t listen to words, but see and understand what happens around them, yet don’t communicate the need to act.
- Words are empty. They change meaning all the time. They are like money. They only have the power that people give them.
- Witchcraft is real. Building off the last point, if a magic user were able to speak an incantation and control someone’s mind, is that not the same as a speaker persuading his/her audience to their view?
So why am I’m so much more ‘civilized’ online?
There isn’t anything wrong with cursing. They’re just words. I suppose it’s the mark of a man to slow to find a better adjective or exclamation.
Is it the typing? Do I have more time to ponder my meaning before I say it when typing it out? I suppose this answer is some what satisfactory. When I write I allow my emotions and words to travel out of my fingertips, and the extra distance gives them time to get ready (yes, I did just equivocate my nervous system to a walking distance).
Words are fascinating though. We, as people, turned our need to communicate issues with one another and combined it with our vocal abilities. Now we have systems of sounds to communicate ideas far more complex than needed.
Although it is a shame it’s not more suited for deep expression. We built language out of, “look, food. Fire good.” We didn’t build it to discuss the nature of reality. At times, I find myself jaw agape, and hand continuously motioning or thrusting at a comrade trying to convey a feeling or thought via telepathy.
The original ending of this post was a haiku composed of words of ill repute. Yet I found it most repugnant when I was done writing it. I have no Idea why I can’t do it. I have no problem cursing when I’m away from the keyboard.
I wanted to have an answer as to why I don’t cuss online. I still don’t. Fuck.
We have urban legends for a reason. Someone, somewhere sees something, and they mistake it for a monster, or figure. The senses can be very fickle, and easily misinterpreted. (stare at this for a moment)
We never see the same thing twice either. You and a friend could be looking at the screen reading this, and that screen would be two different shapes to each of you, different shape, different lighting, and different eye balls. Yet you both assume that your looking at a square screen, and your brain interprets your sense to the same conclusion as well. In fact you, your friend, and I are all looking at a cattywompus quadrilateral.
Isn’t it funny that in real life, someone sees a shadow, and proclaims a new cryptid species. It creates a cultural phenomenon, and it seems we are all too ready to meet a monster. Yet in a monster film, the teenagers (Yay for cliches!) here a rustling in the bushes. They dismiss it as a cat, or a small rodent. Then, of course, they are brutally ripped limb from limb and the opening credits role.
My point is that as a culture we create and fantasizes about myths and monsters; I would even wagers that such fictional constructs comfort us (different topic, another day). Yet in our published fiction the characters dismiss the supernatural and insist they live in our reality. Is this to connect to the audience?I’m not sure.
What I do know is that when I’m walking from my car to my door late at night, a rustle = wolves/bestial creature, a glint of light = glowing nocturnal eyes, the soft sound of wings = giant flying monsters, piece of trash in my way = deliberate distraction, and finally: nothing (sounds, light, movement) =
So would a horror movie about a group of kids sh*tting their pants at every little sound be more believable? Would a culture in witch we assume it’s a mouse, or even lions and tiger and bears (oh my!) be more healthy and sensible? Well, the answer to that is, “Meh.”
Allow me to drive home the point of perception. Unless you take out a measuring stick, and do the math, you can’t be 100% certain the computer your using is actually a square, or rectangle. I’m just talking about our senses. No two people every have the same literal experience. One person probably never has the same experience twice.However this is on a minuscule detail level. Just because my computer looks like a trapezoid, doesn’t mean that a friend and I could communicate about it or not share the (relatively) same experience.
I suppose this just goes to show that eye-witness testimony and judging the size of an object are skewed and somewhat futile things. Just know that you literally see things different than every other thing on the planet.
It seems to me every price is at the end of a product, and nothing is free. at the very least you pay your time, and at the very least you receive experience. But is experience not the greatest reward? The richness of your experience teaches, punishes, or reinforces you and makes you better. Am I wrong?
Allow me to address “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
Getting a limb cut off. Checkmate. Then again perhaps it makes you stronger in character? Perhaps still, the very information, the memory of such an incident is worth something.
So experience is valuable, but what of those whose lives seem easy? Well, if you look upon another, someone who lucked out and received ”higher-tier gear” then they do not have the same challenge as you. You work more, and receive more experience because of it.
Yet perhaps it is the man not of fortune but character who has achieved true fulfillment. If the man of character is the one who grew the most in his life not the richer in the end?
This is all to say that perhaps people truly can be equal. Some are rich in wealth; some in experience, some in success, some in talent, and some in character. You learn and grow every moment your alive, and maybe a few when your dead. I suppose one should instead reflect one what is important to them, rather then asses what ‘wealth’ is.
But maybe that answered my query. Wealth is subjective, and just as with beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.
I don’t know. This is a little too “meaning of life”-ish for me right now.
This isn’t anything new. In fact, I would wager that anyone who has passed a middle school biology class could handle this topic. However, I need this as a base for future topics. I’ll cover what I can, in the detail I need. Sometimes, I say life, and I mean it to be every living thing we know of from the simplest bacteria to contemporary homo sapiens. FOR THIS POST I will say ‘a life’ as in one single creature.
The function and biological purpose of a life is to reproduce. In terms of humans and other advance animal, the purpose of life is procreation, sex. We die, plain and simple. Considering an animal’s natural drive to mate the purpose of a life is to pass genes to the next generation and carry on not just the species but the bloodline. This particular function of a life is supported by some species of creepy crawlies (Aren’t I so scientific? Insects, arthropods, and arachnids) who after mating, the male is killed/consumed by the female. These species’ life cycles end with mating.
As humans we also exhibit another behavior involved in continuing the species, adoption. We not only raise our own off spring, but in some cases raise off spring that are extremely different from our own bloodlines. (maybe other species do this to, but I can’t find info on it, what I do know is that some animals will kill or eat young if they do not carry the correct scent, so humans are different than that.)
I have already stated several suppositions and prejudices, but for the purpose of this topic and looking at reality as I can see it, I will stand by my words and say that this is alright, for now. Another point to be made is that procreation isn’t the only thing to be concerned with in a human life. (and some people really should not have kids, but I’ll get to that later)
Funny conclusion based on serious topic:
The next time someone tells you, “sex isn’t the only thing that matters,” you look them dead in the eye and say, “yes, but it’s the only thing that counts.”