All the fine line
I shut down immediately after doing some notes in my sketch book for later views. I completely in an anxiety attack again, I believed its a wake up call when I found out that the tendency of anti-intellectualism rises, in this midst of pandemic time shown how much fake news and articles written, being highlighted in yet another modern useless archives. Pardon my vengeance. It's time to sign off from internet and stay at home and listen to what is necessary being announced by our government movement orders through radio. I don't know many millennial who really sincerely care about the planet. Of course I don't know every millennial but those I do know appear to be much more invested in themselves.
Question rises, what is the ultimate goal behind of all this.
Aristotle quote himself that his belief of knowledge comes from experience. Empiricism, as it is known, theorizes that humans must have concrete evidence to support their ideas and is very much grounded in the physical world.
I am in between the simple living of charging my phone just to make sure phone calls retrieved, brushed my teeth daily, listening to my favorite music, hanging out at the corner of my house with photos album around the floor wondering bleak moments between old and recent and lost in the humidity air of where I was sitting. I fall in love so quickly. So there this lingering thought about growing up digital, there this habit comparing what I'd do and what my mother would do. Thinking she coming from the 70's. You act like what you eat.. There are only two things that get us into trouble: What goes in to our mouths and what comes out of our mouths. Control your mouth and you control your life. Unless you cybering. It goes down deep into the web of loaded with data, megadata and you don't ever have to be afraid of hurting other's feeling. Just simply clicking and shut off if preferred.
"Hey, what do you feel like doing today? I think of you therefore I feel like one day I hope this one letter will reach at you before it's too late to say anything at all"
"I hope you're doing great. I didn't get to eat much today, nap and sleeping in between. My mind is also tired. You should check out this music"
"Not that simply, but I'm glad to hear that. Are you feeling well?"
"Not really, just missing you."
It's not just feeling love that is complicated, but the human. And their never-ending theory of life stories. I don't have specific stories. Maybe I wasn't alive enough, one of those day maybe. One day I felt I am not ready to go out to the world and hid in a box cause I was overwhelming demotivated. Not even Justin Vernon can ease the painful unseen analogy of my pain triggers. I was enough to believe that one day, someone will love me better of myself. Until that day come, I'm here to be there by their side to tell them that you went through it just nice to let me know bout it, Yes Liyana speaking at the tone of her own reflection. It refer to being vulnerable at the end. But lets not get stray so faraway now, these 2000's babies that the produce of my mother, was at it again. They angry all the time, at almost sounded like they are shaping the world, possessively, and also hungry at the same time. Can you picture them that? So one of them were found so smitten all day, even asked to dusk off the ceiling fan regardless their rhombus behavior all their life knowing they will make so big of a deal about pulling the cleaning off. So the baby boomer, the remaining 40's of her, came into realization upon dinner table adapted to rise a cynical question between being A) Is she in (puppy) love? or B) Is she mental? We came to a conclusion she was in love. Dinner was lovely.
I am everything, I cant believe how modernize this is to say, I feel very nonintellectual right now. I really do. I miss those days when pubes hair was the topic of our English literature class. I'm missing the poetic day unravel my school periods. It's not just you doing the presentation alone, acting like a true poetry you were. You are asymmetrical with three other taking turn holding a big piece of manilla card board and explaining your writing in English. Being swell if you have bombastic words and adding points if you allow yourself to explain that to the whole class.
I should have dance that night, being my best behavior. Making my own way for my night spending. That nice song about to end. Oh if I would give chance one more time, I would pick that night. Also bring along Tavi out to pissed off my date, you great thirdwheeler you!
Question rises, what is the ultimate goal behind of all this.
Aristotle quote himself that his belief of knowledge comes from experience. Empiricism, as it is known, theorizes that humans must have concrete evidence to support their ideas and is very much grounded in the physical world.
I am in between the simple living of charging my phone just to make sure phone calls retrieved, brushed my teeth daily, listening to my favorite music, hanging out at the corner of my house with photos album around the floor wondering bleak moments between old and recent and lost in the humidity air of where I was sitting. I fall in love so quickly. So there this lingering thought about growing up digital, there this habit comparing what I'd do and what my mother would do. Thinking she coming from the 70's. You act like what you eat.. There are only two things that get us into trouble: What goes in to our mouths and what comes out of our mouths. Control your mouth and you control your life. Unless you cybering. It goes down deep into the web of loaded with data, megadata and you don't ever have to be afraid of hurting other's feeling. Just simply clicking and shut off if preferred.
"Hey, what do you feel like doing today? I think of you therefore I feel like one day I hope this one letter will reach at you before it's too late to say anything at all"
"I hope you're doing great. I didn't get to eat much today, nap and sleeping in between. My mind is also tired. You should check out this music"
"Not that simply, but I'm glad to hear that. Are you feeling well?"
"Not really, just missing you."
It's not just feeling love that is complicated, but the human. And their never-ending theory of life stories. I don't have specific stories. Maybe I wasn't alive enough, one of those day maybe. One day I felt I am not ready to go out to the world and hid in a box cause I was overwhelming demotivated. Not even Justin Vernon can ease the painful unseen analogy of my pain triggers. I was enough to believe that one day, someone will love me better of myself. Until that day come, I'm here to be there by their side to tell them that you went through it just nice to let me know bout it, Yes Liyana speaking at the tone of her own reflection. It refer to being vulnerable at the end. But lets not get stray so faraway now, these 2000's babies that the produce of my mother, was at it again. They angry all the time, at almost sounded like they are shaping the world, possessively, and also hungry at the same time. Can you picture them that? So one of them were found so smitten all day, even asked to dusk off the ceiling fan regardless their rhombus behavior all their life knowing they will make so big of a deal about pulling the cleaning off. So the baby boomer, the remaining 40's of her, came into realization upon dinner table adapted to rise a cynical question between being A) Is she in (puppy) love? or B) Is she mental? We came to a conclusion she was in love. Dinner was lovely.
I am everything, I cant believe how modernize this is to say, I feel very nonintellectual right now. I really do. I miss those days when pubes hair was the topic of our English literature class. I'm missing the poetic day unravel my school periods. It's not just you doing the presentation alone, acting like a true poetry you were. You are asymmetrical with three other taking turn holding a big piece of manilla card board and explaining your writing in English. Being swell if you have bombastic words and adding points if you allow yourself to explain that to the whole class.
I should have dance that night, being my best behavior. Making my own way for my night spending. That nice song about to end. Oh if I would give chance one more time, I would pick that night. Also bring along Tavi out to pissed off my date, you great thirdwheeler you!