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"I remember the first albatross I ever saw. ... At intervals, it arched forth its vast archangel wings, as if to embrace some holy ark. Wondrous flutterings and throbbings shook it. Though bodily unharmed, it uttered cries, as some king's ghost in super natural distress. Through its inexpressible, strange eyes, methought I peeped to secrets not below the heavens. As Abraham before the angels, I bowed myself..." --(Herman Melville, Moby Dick)
i guess the best way to truly describe the way my mind has been workin for awhile now is with two simple words
"Noetic Fears"
if we all weren't such perfectionist we'd just stop trying to figure out everything we already know.
Or maybe it's just me.
just a small realization or my perceptions of how i run.
but how can something so sloppy be a perfectionist?
How can you have so much pain with those rose colored glasses on?
i thought i stopped with random questions like that with myself for awhile after i started realizing that i can create any answer i want to any question i make and if i want to believe it so then why would i have to ask a question.
And because i can think that any answer i tell myself is the right one i don't know if it's what i truly believe or something i've created to satisfy myself momentarily.
do you know if the ones who know the future are the ones who have created it?
something is beautiful.
and it's not cause i'm selfish it's cause i'm a perfectionist.
so i have to learn to shut things off when it comes time to express.
And it's always that time. Cause life is beautiful. I am the grey.
now we should sit and talk more. Just find that pixel i'm passionate about
maybe i am the worlds problematic solution.
i guess the best way to truly describe the way my mind has been workin for awhile now is with two simple words
"Noetic Fears"
if we all weren't such perfectionist we'd just stop trying to figure out everything we already know.
Or maybe it's just me.
just a small realization or my perceptions of how i run.
but how can something so sloppy be a perfectionist?
How can you have so much pain with those rose colored glasses on?
i thought i stopped with random questions like that with myself for awhile after i started realizing that i can create any answer i want to any question i make and if i want to believe it so then why would i have to ask a question.
And because i can think that any answer i tell myself is the right one i don't know if it's what i truly believe or something i've created to satisfy myself momentarily.
do you know if the ones who know the future are the ones who have created it?
something is beautiful.
and it's not cause i'm selfish it's cause i'm a perfectionist.
so i have to learn to shut things off when it comes time to express.
And it's always that time. Cause life is beautiful. I am the grey.
now we should sit and talk more. Just find that pixel i'm passionate about
maybe i am the worlds problematic solution.