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March 20, 2014 at 10:48pm
Reblogged from wanderingglitter

LOTR “Not all those who wander are lost”- J.R.R. Tolkien

LOTR “Not all those who wander are lost”- J.R.R. Tolkien

(Source: wanderingglitter, via inhabitude)

March 2, 2014 at 4:37pm

The Moment

A room I walk into
A room filled with faces both familiar and not
A room with a variety of vibes and auras

Positive, negative, and the neutral.

Here I stand, existing in this exact moment
and yet still struggling with
the immediate seconds that have passed
and the immediate seconds that will follow.

What are they thinking, these people this room is so full of?

It is only when I find myself sitting
having conversation with one person
about the density of time travel
that I find peace in the moment.

Remember peace in the moment

for the moment is elusive - it ends, and thus brings a new moment.

Reblogged from thebigelectron

Give up all ideas about yourself and simply be.

— Nisargadatta Maharaj (via thebigelectron)

(via inhabitude)

February 5, 2014 at 2:29pm

The Subjectivity of Life’s Hardships and Why I’m Still Bitter

"She hit you? I didn’t know that." It seems like Brittany had gotten to tell Emily about our fight before I had even wanted to say anything at all. In reality, I hadn’t even thought of telling anyone.

Once I explained my side of the story I could see some understanding in Emily’s eyes; as if hearing me recount the events how they happened in my mind gave her the full circle of what really happened.

The things about subjectivity that make it great are also the same things that make it both elusive and terrible. My side of the story to me can only be just that, but to an outsider, surely this isn’t fair. In short, I used to have a mentor who would say that “there are three sides to every story; your side, their side and what actually happened.” I found myself nearing the end of my conversation with Emily and incredibly frustrated and annoyed. I was being fed solely Brittany’s side from this outsider who could not have comprehended the reality of things, I thought to myself.

In video games there is a notion of subjective difficulty. That is, a player can only level up after their challenges have been set according to their skill level. A player with greater experience could continue into the next level of the game more easily and swiftly presumably than someone with little experience could. While I hate to draw comparisons between virtual reality and real life as it’s cliché and maybe a bit vapid on all accounts, this one hits a little close to home. What if we are living lives of subjective realities? 

If that’s true, then at what point does certain behavior become excusable? When is it okay for Brittany to throw a deafening scream at me while using vicious words? When is it okay for her to grab at my throat, hit me and throw things at me? I sound bitter at my own personal situation, which may be true, but it plays into a much greater theme in my life. What should I be taking away from my fellow man’s actions and words and what should I be curating out? 

Of course I’m not the first person to struggle with morality as an overbearing, all-encompassing and fluid theme of my life. It’s just amazing that people search for answers their entire lives only to be disappointed at their lack of findings. The only thing I can do is take my own subjective view points and learn from them, i.e. don’t live with an unstable, bipolar narcissist who you have a bad past with.

I decided it wasn’t worth trying to change Emily’s mind and I let her think whatever she wanted to think, because in the end she will have her own subjective experiences and aesthetics to reflect on and draw conclusions from, and I can’t be the judge of those.

January 26, 2014 at 4:42pm
Reblogged from lazyyogi

Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.

— The Dalai Lama (via lazyyogi)

December 23, 2013 at 10:17pm
Reblogged from blushpink

(Source: blushpink, via inhabitude)

December 19, 2013 at 2:49am


When all is said,

and the future becomes present, and the present becomes past,

I will remember not the specifics of the visuals, the sounds,
the names or faces necessarily,

only that which which made me feel.