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Today, i think this:
Greatness is nothing. It dosent matter if people remember you after you die, or if they know you're alive. It dosent matter if you're rich or poor, smart or slow, popular or shunned.
Two things only matter: that you always do what is right, obeying your spirit and not your flesh or others, and that you never wrong another person, but do good to even he who hates you if you know you should: this way, you will not violate yourself by casuing another person harm.
Pleasure is a deciever, and tempts us, casusing pain and giving false hope of finding true life thorugh bliss and fading ecstasy, only leaving us as empty and meaningless as before, but with a greater hunger than before
Happiness is a fog, covering the problems we should overcome with a blanket of forgetfulness, apathy and fear that we should loose the haze that lets us think that pain, suffering and trials that other people face is not reason to
And most of all, this: Love conquers all. Love without need, want, or expectaion for repayment, stemming from knowledge that the supreame acts of personal utilization come from conquering personal want, Fulfills life's purpose and betters all that fall under that love's influence.
Now, I need to go do some chores. Where do my resposibilites fall into this thinking? Is dedication to work good, or does it prevent me from undersanding life and myself, leading me to toil in a way as to never achieve the fullfillment life offers? Or does it give me a powerful vehicle to love through dilligence, and allwoing me to show love for others by being able to choose to sacrifice that which i've worked for to help my fellow man?
These are today's thoughts. Who knows what tommarow brings.
Greatness is nothing. It dosent matter if people remember you after you die, or if they know you're alive. It dosent matter if you're rich or poor, smart or slow, popular or shunned.
Two things only matter: that you always do what is right, obeying your spirit and not your flesh or others, and that you never wrong another person, but do good to even he who hates you if you know you should: this way, you will not violate yourself by casuing another person harm.
Pleasure is a deciever, and tempts us, casusing pain and giving false hope of finding true life thorugh bliss and fading ecstasy, only leaving us as empty and meaningless as before, but with a greater hunger than before
Happiness is a fog, covering the problems we should overcome with a blanket of forgetfulness, apathy and fear that we should loose the haze that lets us think that pain, suffering and trials that other people face is not reason to
And most of all, this: Love conquers all. Love without need, want, or expectaion for repayment, stemming from knowledge that the supreame acts of personal utilization come from conquering personal want, Fulfills life's purpose and betters all that fall under that love's influence.
Now, I need to go do some chores. Where do my resposibilites fall into this thinking? Is dedication to work good, or does it prevent me from undersanding life and myself, leading me to toil in a way as to never achieve the fullfillment life offers? Or does it give me a powerful vehicle to love through dilligence, and allwoing me to show love for others by being able to choose to sacrifice that which i've worked for to help my fellow man?
These are today's thoughts. Who knows what tommarow brings.