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Learning brings me so much joy. Learning opens so much doors for me. I feel that as I write and study and interpret, different paths of a greater existance suddenly pop out of the abyss. We can go through life with a 9-5, get in our 40 hours, go home and exist. Or we could learn, create, form our very existance. That sounds much more preferable to merely existing. I never thought I could love school as much as I do. I can now understand the point to higher education. The functional aspect of it. Information from other scholars allows us to multiply our metaphysical brain mass instantaneously. It is just... so beautiful. I've never stood in awe in front of the world as I have recently. When every reality I have known has been torn apart from its roots and been replaced with what I validate to exist.
We live, we suffer.
That suffering helps to shape us into who we are today. Not just our personality, our character. But our strength most of all. Those with strength can accomplish anything. Anything they set their mind to. But is takes a wise mind to understand what our minds are capable of. "Anything" is just an abstract foreign idea to many people. Today anything means so much more to me. Sometimes truth isn't in words but something we havn't created a word for. Truth is in us, end of story. The outside world is just a collaboration of our senses that we tend to agree on. The outside world is the vehicle for our travels throughout reality. It is not reality in itself. And when faced with analysis, can the word reality even exist?
We survive.
Those that understand what I mean by that must love their life.
We live, we suffer.
That suffering helps to shape us into who we are today. Not just our personality, our character. But our strength most of all. Those with strength can accomplish anything. Anything they set their mind to. But is takes a wise mind to understand what our minds are capable of. "Anything" is just an abstract foreign idea to many people. Today anything means so much more to me. Sometimes truth isn't in words but something we havn't created a word for. Truth is in us, end of story. The outside world is just a collaboration of our senses that we tend to agree on. The outside world is the vehicle for our travels throughout reality. It is not reality in itself. And when faced with analysis, can the word reality even exist?
We survive.
Those that understand what I mean by that must love their life.