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"content": "Wow I used to have a little community here. Odd to think that my first post here was over 2 years ago. Even more odd how much my life and my self have changed too. <br /><br />I wonder who else is out there...",
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"content": "Wow I used to have a little community here. Odd to think that my first post here was over 2 years ago. Even more odd how much my life and my self have changed too. \n\nI wonder who else is out there...",
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"attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/955315359840215053",
"content": "where sky meets sea, go there, and you’ll find me",
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"content": "where sky meets sea, go there, and you’ll find me",
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"content": "What is your current mantra for your life? ",
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"content": "What is your current mantra for your life? ",
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"content": "its my birthday ;) ",
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"content": "its my birthday ;) ",
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"content": "Ooty, India",
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"content": "I’ve been thinking a lot about knowledge recently. I feel as though its sometimes fruitless to attempt to learn something that I’ll later forget. Don’t get me wrong, I like learning, but for some reason I can’t hold things in my memory. WHY?",
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"published": "2020-01-16T23:32:21+00:00",
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"content": "I’ve been thinking a lot about knowledge recently. I feel as though its sometimes fruitless to attempt to learn something that I’ll later forget. Don’t get me wrong, I like learning, but for some reason I can’t hold things in my memory. WHY?",
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"content": "Posted some stuff on my little wordpress blog. Poems and such",
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"content": "saw my soul yesterday, and she told me to stop bothering her",
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"published": "2019-11-11T13:37:05+00:00",
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"content": "saw my soul yesterday, and she told me to stop bothering her",
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"content": "What does it mean to be authentic when you aren't sure which path to authenticity is yours?",
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"published": "2019-11-09T06:29:04+00:00",
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"content": "What does it mean to be authentic when you aren't sure which path to authenticity is yours?",
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"content": "The unknown story of you<br />————————————<br /><br />Some weave lies wrapped in dogma. They are those who infect. <br /><br />They say we should wake up at 5AM, run 2 miles, and schedule our day by the hour. They say we just need to work hard and we’ll make it. They say all it takes is determination. They’re either misinformed or dishonest. Does it matter which if the same garbage advice disseminates? Does it matter if the effect remains that people believe these truisms much to their own detriment? <br /><br />I’d like to say it does matter, but this leaves me wondering: are some words more valuable than others? Are there some words, which in spreading misinformation and hatred as they do, that are not actually worthy of the coveted status to be filed “under free speech”? Are these words representative of bondage of mind and soul, as they crush curiosity, safety, and progress? <br /><br />Hatred warps minds. It destroys. <br /><br />“Stay in your place.” <br />“Shut the fuck up.” <br />“Kill yourself.” <br /><br />Am I free to say these when I know they drive the already promulgating force of destruction? <br /><br />Somewhere a child is losing out on a meal because a “parent” either can't or won’t give her one. Somewhere a child is living on the street begging for spare change from white foreigners who have just left a local bar because their currency is seventy times that of hers, and because they can damn well afford to drink now that they’ve taken this fun job abroad. Somewhere there is a man standing on a bridge, staring over the edge, as he’s decided that no future in this world is worth living through what he deals with in the present. There are words behind actions. There are words behind complacency. I’m sure you all have heard the common phrase, “Not saying something, is saying something.”<br /><br />Perhaps one wonders how we can rise to the challenge of living in such a world, where words have the force of driving someone to death, and where the mere existence of an idea can be lethal in all the wrong ways. <br /><br />My friends, words are ideas, and they’re more than that. They are screams for change. They are catalysts for peace… and destruction. They are the vehicles, which travel the road to our subconscious. What forms of speech affected the way in which you currently exist in this world? Somewhere, at some point, someone destroyed a piece of you. You will have to fight to reclaim it, and part of that is speaking kind words not only to yourself, but to others and for others. <br /><br />Let this be a call-of-duty to be moral in a world with an ambiguous meaning of life. Let the possibility of conjuring change in a big way, motivate you to stride forward and navigate a world of hate with profound love, truth and the call for peace. <br /><br />———————<br /><br />this writing was commissioned by <a class=\"u-url mention\" href=\"https://www.minds.com/KEK_FREEDOM\" target=\"_blank\">@KEK_FREEDOM</a>, if you find it insightful or thought-provoking feel free to share! To have a post on a topic of your choosing, check out my profile drifingbrain for more information. <br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=writing\" title=\"#writing\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#writing</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=creative\" title=\"#creative\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#creative</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=discovery\" title=\"#discovery\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#discovery</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=speech\" title=\"#speech\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#speech</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=freedom\" title=\"#freedom\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#freedom</a>",
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"published": "2019-11-08T02:16:30+00:00",
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"content": "The unknown story of you\n————————————\n\nSome weave lies wrapped in dogma. They are those who infect. \n\nThey say we should wake up at 5AM, run 2 miles, and schedule our day by the hour. They say we just need to work hard and we’ll make it. They say all it takes is determination. They’re either misinformed or dishonest. Does it matter which if the same garbage advice disseminates? Does it matter if the effect remains that people believe these truisms much to their own detriment? \n\nI’d like to say it does matter, but this leaves me wondering: are some words more valuable than others? Are there some words, which in spreading misinformation and hatred as they do, that are not actually worthy of the coveted status to be filed “under free speech”? Are these words representative of bondage of mind and soul, as they crush curiosity, safety, and progress? \n\nHatred warps minds. It destroys. \n\n“Stay in your place.” \n“Shut the fuck up.” \n“Kill yourself.” \n\nAm I free to say these when I know they drive the already promulgating force of destruction? \n\nSomewhere a child is losing out on a meal because a “parent” either can't or won’t give her one. Somewhere a child is living on the street begging for spare change from white foreigners who have just left a local bar because their currency is seventy times that of hers, and because they can damn well afford to drink now that they’ve taken this fun job abroad. Somewhere there is a man standing on a bridge, staring over the edge, as he’s decided that no future in this world is worth living through what he deals with in the present. There are words behind actions. There are words behind complacency. I’m sure you all have heard the common phrase, “Not saying something, is saying something.”\n\nPerhaps one wonders how we can rise to the challenge of living in such a world, where words have the force of driving someone to death, and where the mere existence of an idea can be lethal in all the wrong ways. \n\nMy friends, words are ideas, and they’re more than that. They are screams for change. They are catalysts for peace… and destruction. They are the vehicles, which travel the road to our subconscious. What forms of speech affected the way in which you currently exist in this world? Somewhere, at some point, someone destroyed a piece of you. You will have to fight to reclaim it, and part of that is speaking kind words not only to yourself, but to others and for others. \n\nLet this be a call-of-duty to be moral in a world with an ambiguous meaning of life. Let the possibility of conjuring change in a big way, motivate you to stride forward and navigate a world of hate with profound love, truth and the call for peace. \n\n———————\n\nthis writing was commissioned by @KEK_FREEDOM, if you find it insightful or thought-provoking feel free to share! To have a post on a topic of your choosing, check out my profile drifingbrain for more information. \n\n#writing #creative #discovery #speech #freedom",
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"content": "reflections lie, though, don’t they?",
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"content": "reflections lie, though, don’t they?",
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"content": "A sobering thought<br />-----<br />We live in a world where people lie with a smile. They kill knowing that death is better than living with demons.<br />Yesterday night I bought some champagne because I could. I drank it and watched some movie I don't remember the name of this morning.<br />Then I woke up at 6 AM, wondering if this is what death felt like. Like an indescribable nothingness. Neither peaceful nor demented. It just is. I didn't feel any sort of sadness, just curiosity. I left it. No sense trying to reflect light onto the blacktop.<br />One time I went to a dance club with some friends. It was dark yet lit with purple hues and pink flashing lights. I wanted to dance.<br />But my friends had things to do before they could join me on the dance floor. So I went on ahead without them.<br />The songs were sub-par, but I enjoyed dancing to them. I occasionally had to push people away from me as they encroached on my personal bubble. Kind of a weird thing for me to do at a nightclub. At one point a couple of guys approached me; they danced around me as I danced. As one of them went to grab my waist, I pushed him away and coyly said: \"you can look, but never touch.\" He turned back to talk to his friends and then turned back to me and asked where my friends were. I answered that they were around somewhere, just not dancing... with me.<br />Somehow we began to discuss sports, family, life, and even some philosophy. This was surprising, I thought, but interesting. Was there some substance here, just maybe?<br />His friends approached him again and told him, let's go get some more drinks. He smiled at them and turned back to me and said, I'll be back, we're gonna go look for your friends!! We're gonna find them for you!<br />I smiled at him. I was sober. He was just another goblin.<br />I turned back around disgusted at the lack of effort he put into his lie. I danced with the zombies around me. No sense in grieving over the dead, anymore.<br />I may be right, but they're happy.<br />I stepped on someone's foot, and I turned to apologize. He said, \"Oh, no, that's okay, really. This happens all the time. I'm used to it.\"<br />\"No. noooo. No, it's not okay, I'm really sorry.\"<br />Turns out, he was a human. Just another lost human, sober. We danced. He taught me or tried to, anyway, some dance moves. Then he disappeared to go find a friend. I didn't mind. He wasn't some creep.<br />I continued to dance on my own, and then a couple of guys started dancing around me. They had glow sticks around their necks and wrists.<br />\"We've been watching your dance moves! We like them! Do you want a glow stick?\"<br />\"Sure.\" I knew they were up to something. I didn't care. I wanted a glow stick.<br />We danced. I felt an arm push through and grab me.<br />It was that guy again. The human one. He said, let's get away from these guys they're creeps.<br />I told him I had to go to the bathroom. He walked me over to it.<br />When I came out, I saw an old friend's current boyfriend of four years talking to some girl. I asked him where she was. He had recently graduated. He said she was at home. She didn't want to go out and party.<br />I turned to my human friend. He said, \"That's your friend's boyfriend?\"<br />\"Yeah, why?\"<br />\"That girl he's with just had her hand down his pants...\"<br />\"oh.\"<br />Zombies. Goblins. They wear masks of sanity, and skinsuits darker than the trenches where they came from. I don't blame them. I can't.<br />I took the new friend I made and found my other friends I came with.<br />The night was over.<br />I learned something that night.<br />As much as I want to fix every scratch and bruise, I am incapable. I will find myself in the mud with those who never intended to get better. I will lose myself in the void of nothingness. Lacking. Tepidity.<br />I'm not tepid. I should never try to be.<br />Just forgive, forget and forge another path.<br />Roadblocks are among us, but that's all they are.<br />There are no monsters, really.<br /> ----<br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=life\" title=\"#life\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#life</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=morality\" title=\"#morality\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#morality</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=relationships\" title=\"#relationships\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#relationships</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=advice\" title=\"#advice\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#advice</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=blog\" title=\"#blog\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#blog</a> ",
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"content": "A sobering thought\n-----\nWe live in a world where people lie with a smile. They kill knowing that death is better than living with demons.\nYesterday night I bought some champagne because I could. I drank it and watched some movie I don't remember the name of this morning.\nThen I woke up at 6 AM, wondering if this is what death felt like. Like an indescribable nothingness. Neither peaceful nor demented. It just is. I didn't feel any sort of sadness, just curiosity. I left it. No sense trying to reflect light onto the blacktop.\nOne time I went to a dance club with some friends. It was dark yet lit with purple hues and pink flashing lights. I wanted to dance.\nBut my friends had things to do before they could join me on the dance floor. So I went on ahead without them.\nThe songs were sub-par, but I enjoyed dancing to them. I occasionally had to push people away from me as they encroached on my personal bubble. Kind of a weird thing for me to do at a nightclub. At one point a couple of guys approached me; they danced around me as I danced. As one of them went to grab my waist, I pushed him away and coyly said: \"you can look, but never touch.\" He turned back to talk to his friends and then turned back to me and asked where my friends were. I answered that they were around somewhere, just not dancing... with me.\nSomehow we began to discuss sports, family, life, and even some philosophy. This was surprising, I thought, but interesting. Was there some substance here, just maybe?\nHis friends approached him again and told him, let's go get some more drinks. He smiled at them and turned back to me and said, I'll be back, we're gonna go look for your friends!! We're gonna find them for you!\nI smiled at him. I was sober. He was just another goblin.\nI turned back around disgusted at the lack of effort he put into his lie. I danced with the zombies around me. No sense in grieving over the dead, anymore.\nI may be right, but they're happy.\nI stepped on someone's foot, and I turned to apologize. He said, \"Oh, no, that's okay, really. This happens all the time. I'm used to it.\"\n\"No. noooo. No, it's not okay, I'm really sorry.\"\nTurns out, he was a human. Just another lost human, sober. We danced. He taught me or tried to, anyway, some dance moves. Then he disappeared to go find a friend. I didn't mind. He wasn't some creep.\nI continued to dance on my own, and then a couple of guys started dancing around me. They had glow sticks around their necks and wrists.\n\"We've been watching your dance moves! We like them! Do you want a glow stick?\"\n\"Sure.\" I knew they were up to something. I didn't care. I wanted a glow stick.\nWe danced. I felt an arm push through and grab me.\nIt was that guy again. The human one. He said, let's get away from these guys they're creeps.\nI told him I had to go to the bathroom. He walked me over to it.\nWhen I came out, I saw an old friend's current boyfriend of four years talking to some girl. I asked him where she was. He had recently graduated. He said she was at home. She didn't want to go out and party.\nI turned to my human friend. He said, \"That's your friend's boyfriend?\"\n\"Yeah, why?\"\n\"That girl he's with just had her hand down his pants...\"\n\"oh.\"\nZombies. Goblins. They wear masks of sanity, and skinsuits darker than the trenches where they came from. I don't blame them. I can't.\nI took the new friend I made and found my other friends I came with.\nThe night was over.\nI learned something that night.\nAs much as I want to fix every scratch and bruise, I am incapable. I will find myself in the mud with those who never intended to get better. I will lose myself in the void of nothingness. Lacking. Tepidity.\nI'm not tepid. I should never try to be.\nJust forgive, forget and forge another path.\nRoadblocks are among us, but that's all they are.\nThere are no monsters, really.\n ----\n#life #morality #relationships #advice #blog ",
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