Philosophy

Waiting

Knowledge, stacked over thy head and held in wooden shelves, holds no more knowledge than the efforts of a lone turtle, floating ignorantly through a pond of information. A turtle both unknowing of it's ability to advance knowledge and ignorant of it's place in the universe remains adrift. Life is speculation. To live willfully is to always seek knowledge of the brightest caliber. It is thy own ego and thirst for knowing which dries one's patience so quickly. Arrive at that point in youth in which you seek not to further gain experience. Desire no long road, higher placement or extended teaching. Only seek the end goal, the final truth, the absolute. To wait is to enjoy the fruits of what is one day gained, but here-forth, seek no enjoyment in the moments leading up till the obtaining of something. Know what it is to wait and come to identify it as a menial, trivial thing which one would prefer to not bother with. However, like the laws of orbit or the existence of the wind, waiting is a common rule of life and an unchangeable piece of a vastly complex machine. Waiting is one of the few things all mortals will know, whether they be conscious of it, or not. The infant waits to grow, cells wait to die, we all wait to sleep, in sleep we wait to rise and we all wait to speak. Waiting is the final law of time, if one may suggest it. Before the waiting comes the moment of the realization; the instance in which waiting becomes the inevitable destination. And so, from that start comes the conclusion. It is a process with no alternating conclusion, other than the failed discovery of the end goal. The absolute. It is in this frame of mind that thee may venture far from the realm of exploration and sit on a placid construct of self questioning. In the face of omnipotence beg for answers, not wanting the menial wait. This displays humility to the face of paradoxical reasoning and, therefore, may be viewed as being decent in nature. Alas, this law of nature, or time, one shall never escape. The waiting is the final say of all destinations; discoverable or otherwise. 

What Is Just

The entirety of a civilization's morals is exhibited in their laws. For the rules of a civilization convey the various mindsets and humanitarian values in which a contemplative whole has come to know as being just. However, in this complex lies room for fault and the misrepresentation of values as no one civilization's standards remain the same for very long. It is the inevitable shifting of a civilization's intentions that the laws, which will benefit the immediate heads of the system, will therefore only allow for great derailment at the removal of those heads from their respective positions.

Teenage Companionship

Can I be real with you? I used to crave companionship so badly. Badly to the point where I'd jump at the chance to have it. But over time, over cheating, over doubt, over inability to preform and meet the standards set in place of whoever came before me, I'm at a loss. I'm finding, as I move into my adulthood, that I don't seek that old companionship anymore. All needs, both physical and emotional are met by myself and my friends, making this past longing for connection utterly dry at this point in time. Now, while I can say a great much of my dealings in relationships failing we're due to my own inexperience at the time, I refuse to take full blame. I have seen a great many beautiful girls, both in sound and mind, ripped apart by those around them and brought down to a most horrible level. The people that caused this to happen walk around today, doing it to others, spreading the misery and harming others. No one speaks out, no one listens and the spiteful, manipulative ego-stroking individuals are free from consequence, both from the law and from social standing. And it is sickening to live knowing people like this are out there, still getting away with it. This has caused me a great deal of stress as I found myself caught in the middle of two occasions where these circumstances were the norm. So to save myself further heartbreak or writhing at the thought of the horrible things done to, once, beautiful people, I feel cowardly in saying I've withdrawn myself from the desire to love someone else. It's trivial, complicated, and as I figure it, less beneficial in the long run, unless I desire children. It almost seems like a cliche', but it does truly seem that all the decent girls I have known have finally found their place, at least, for now. And in many ways I am resting well, knowing they are happy. However, what we are left with here is a sort of lackluster environment where the self-loathing and the unwanted linger in groups to complain about their inability to be loved, all while disregarding the possible unions opened by their meeting. At the same time, many have found it hard to connect, preferring a girl-of-the-month lifestyle, drowning in self loathing and refusing to believe they deserve anything more than what they already have, all while subconsciously demanding the best that can be offered. I wish not to fall into this category and are still attempting to truly find what it is I'm looking for, but for now it seems to be a restraint from the relationship-esque structure that's becoming more apparent to me in my social life. So, broken hearts and evil folk alike, all of these things have me in a place of absurdly forced indifference and some part of me wishes this overdressed, self-opinionated view will not end.