3rd post now. This will go off in all kinds of tangents, please bear with my novice blogging capabilities.
Humans are the most resilient, brilliant, and (obviously) the species with the most developed mind. Now, we cannot ever imagine what a dog may think, for example, we cannot know what a dog considers good, or what makes the common dog continue living, but the idea that a dog, or any other species *feeling* something seems a bit far fetched. That is where humans have the edge, we have emotions, we can feel. This can make us deeply depressed and melancholic, but it can also make us the happiest, strongest, and leave us feeling so damn complete.
We sometimes feel so damn horrible, so bad, so many times, that getting up and dusting ourselves off seems like an exercise in futility. That things will probably never work out, but somehow, they do. Things always work out, albeit many times, it is through a compromise, but they continue to work out. How is this? What keeps us going through the difficult times and helps us come clean? What gets us from feeling so gutted, inferior, incomplete and out of place to thinking anything is possible? That, I believe, is inspiration. If it wasn't for inspiration, if it wasn't for that piece of magic, that one moment of purity, that one moment when any mind just takes it in and remains in a state of awe, then the human species may not even have developed. Inspiration is what keeps us going, what makes us feel that feeling, that mixture of happiness and excitement, that rush that is worth just about anything. It can either wreck you or make us the most motivated and happy person. That is the goal of any life, true and lasting happiness, and inspiration is one of the most important factors to achieve that, it maybe from love, friendship, a piece of music, a picturesque scene, a talk by somebody, a conversation with somebody, a book, or even a joke. So, really, there is no point in being melancholic, because everything around us is something we can find inspiration in, something that can make us happy, even if it is for the tiniest of moments.
PS: This is not meant to be a puff piece, I have genuinely been in a very good state of mind for the past month, much better than many days before it, so again, I should know.
PPS: I don't care if my blog posts seem like newspaper articles, it is simply my thoughts put on the internet
Humans are the most resilient, brilliant, and (obviously) the species with the most developed mind. Now, we cannot ever imagine what a dog may think, for example, we cannot know what a dog considers good, or what makes the common dog continue living, but the idea that a dog, or any other species *feeling* something seems a bit far fetched. That is where humans have the edge, we have emotions, we can feel. This can make us deeply depressed and melancholic, but it can also make us the happiest, strongest, and leave us feeling so damn complete.
We sometimes feel so damn horrible, so bad, so many times, that getting up and dusting ourselves off seems like an exercise in futility. That things will probably never work out, but somehow, they do. Things always work out, albeit many times, it is through a compromise, but they continue to work out. How is this? What keeps us going through the difficult times and helps us come clean? What gets us from feeling so gutted, inferior, incomplete and out of place to thinking anything is possible? That, I believe, is inspiration. If it wasn't for inspiration, if it wasn't for that piece of magic, that one moment of purity, that one moment when any mind just takes it in and remains in a state of awe, then the human species may not even have developed. Inspiration is what keeps us going, what makes us feel that feeling, that mixture of happiness and excitement, that rush that is worth just about anything. It can either wreck you or make us the most motivated and happy person. That is the goal of any life, true and lasting happiness, and inspiration is one of the most important factors to achieve that, it maybe from love, friendship, a piece of music, a picturesque scene, a talk by somebody, a conversation with somebody, a book, or even a joke. So, really, there is no point in being melancholic, because everything around us is something we can find inspiration in, something that can make us happy, even if it is for the tiniest of moments.
PS: This is not meant to be a puff piece, I have genuinely been in a very good state of mind for the past month, much better than many days before it, so again, I should know.
PPS: I don't care if my blog posts seem like newspaper articles, it is simply my thoughts put on the internet
stop justifying you come from a family of writers!! i must say, u carry the gene :)) i like the way u call inspiration a miracle cause truly it is! ;)
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