Writings on the Wall
Now its down to business. After that intro, things change. You and I are no longer the strangers that we were before you read my first post.
In we go, you and I, to explore, rather, observe the results of, the inner workings of my mind.
The following was written by me at around 2:30AM one night after I returned home, drunk. Suddenly I had an epiphany; an overwhelming rush of emotions describing my state at the time. School, other things, school etc. I sat down and expressed myself the following way. Disclaimer: This was written, as I said, when I was in a highly inebriated state. So, syntax and grammar seemed petty issues, almost inconsiderate to their justification I was.
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Chapter 1 – ‘Human option’ leads to hard shoulders
The way to overcome adversity; when you feel there is too much shit to do:
The way I think about it – it’s a test, a challenge to see if you can rise to the occasion. Its never impossible. The more weight that is placed on your shoulders, the stronger you become ‘cos you are still alive; you are talking about all that weight right nowyou have managed to find a way to bear it all. So you are stronger than before. This process repeats – the more weight you get to bear, the stronger you get and rise to lift the weight up. The hope is by the time you being to loose the urge to be resilient, you will be out of *School*.
Maybe this isn’t just a *School* thing, maybe throughout life you need to be the guy with shoulders as hard as rocks; all of it resulting from lifting enormous weights: excellence in academia, zenith of physical form, alpha-male at parties..these inevitably lead to what I call ‘hard shoulders’. The more powerful a man becomes (due to his own hardwork), the stronger he gets. He almost becomes a machine. A loss-cutting, sharp witted, street smart, hard shouldered, slightly heartless individual; heartless ‘cos loss-cutting results in it. After some time in life, the man will have to cut losses no more.(IDEAL) He will see it coming, and stop playing beforehand. I see it coming, but I refuse to play; stupidity? Not at all. It’s a tradeoff between being human and being ideal. The former resulting in the pure joy of anticipation and possible ecstacy / melancholy while the latter leading to a mediocre and bland, yet mentally sound existence. Most people ‘choose’ to be human without realizing that there is a choice. Others realize it and still choose to be human. Foolishness? Maybe. Maybe they have a hunch and even a glimpse of definite ecstasy. But then again, foolishness usually wins as the reason. The ‘human choice’ is still preferred and even appreciated. Why is this self-detrimental nature encouraged across humanity? Valor / courage and carefree attitudes are seen in such bold (foolish) heart-hurting decisions. For those who don’t see the choice, fine – stupid man’s party and all are invited. For those who do, the allure is too strong perhaps; knowingly making the choice is worse. Pain is equal in both cases though. So might as well take the ‘human option’ to justify the vernacular and my definition of it.
Conclusion: human option wins? Danger of not ‘living your life’ exists in the other choice. Latter can be excised at times. At times, yes.
ENDE
Well then. Thats for today.
In we go, you and I, to explore, rather, observe the results of, the inner workings of my mind.
The following was written by me at around 2:30AM one night after I returned home, drunk. Suddenly I had an epiphany; an overwhelming rush of emotions describing my state at the time. School, other things, school etc. I sat down and expressed myself the following way. Disclaimer: This was written, as I said, when I was in a highly inebriated state. So, syntax and grammar seemed petty issues, almost inconsiderate to their justification I was.
BEGIN
Chapter 1 – ‘Human option’ leads to hard shoulders
The way to overcome adversity; when you feel there is too much shit to do:
The way I think about it – it’s a test, a challenge to see if you can rise to the occasion. Its never impossible. The more weight that is placed on your shoulders, the stronger you become ‘cos you are still alive; you are talking about all that weight right nowyou have managed to find a way to bear it all. So you are stronger than before. This process repeats – the more weight you get to bear, the stronger you get and rise to lift the weight up. The hope is by the time you being to loose the urge to be resilient, you will be out of *School*.
Maybe this isn’t just a *School* thing, maybe throughout life you need to be the guy with shoulders as hard as rocks; all of it resulting from lifting enormous weights: excellence in academia, zenith of physical form, alpha-male at parties..these inevitably lead to what I call ‘hard shoulders’. The more powerful a man becomes (due to his own hardwork), the stronger he gets. He almost becomes a machine. A loss-cutting, sharp witted, street smart, hard shouldered, slightly heartless individual; heartless ‘cos loss-cutting results in it. After some time in life, the man will have to cut losses no more.(IDEAL) He will see it coming, and stop playing beforehand. I see it coming, but I refuse to play; stupidity? Not at all. It’s a tradeoff between being human and being ideal. The former resulting in the pure joy of anticipation and possible ecstacy / melancholy while the latter leading to a mediocre and bland, yet mentally sound existence. Most people ‘choose’ to be human without realizing that there is a choice. Others realize it and still choose to be human. Foolishness? Maybe. Maybe they have a hunch and even a glimpse of definite ecstasy. But then again, foolishness usually wins as the reason. The ‘human choice’ is still preferred and even appreciated. Why is this self-detrimental nature encouraged across humanity? Valor / courage and carefree attitudes are seen in such bold (foolish) heart-hurting decisions. For those who don’t see the choice, fine – stupid man’s party and all are invited. For those who do, the allure is too strong perhaps; knowingly making the choice is worse. Pain is equal in both cases though. So might as well take the ‘human option’ to justify the vernacular and my definition of it.
Conclusion: human option wins? Danger of not ‘living your life’ exists in the other choice. Latter can be excised at times. At times, yes.
ENDE
Well then. Thats for today.
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