It has been nearly a year since I abandoned this blog, and that year has led me to new people, new thoughts, and new perspectives.
It is crucial to note that this blog is, as blogs are wont to be, a chronicle of evolution and development of one immature mind. This blog will remain, at the end of the journey, a thing between a film and a map in the telling of one man's story.
Now, at this particular moment, I'd like to speak off of the words I wrote eleven months ago - on the subject of happiness. The nietzscheism I was engulfed in at the time has since faded, not completely, from a splash of adolescent rebellion to a philosophy of the tourist: to try new things, to take pictures, and to make memories without a pressure of conformity. I'm sure that once enough memories have been made, and a suitcase of pictures accumulated, I can sit down to sift through them and figure out for myself the meaning of life, the universe, and everything.
Until then, I can say from experience this:
Happiness does not lie in, as my younger self put it, content and satisfaction of one's mastery over himself. Life on this planet is too short to master yourself, and it is much too selfish of oneself to devote his time spent on earth focused on himself.
Life on this planet, as I have been led to understand by example of people very dear to my heart, is about contributing to a general well-being by sacrificing all that you can. As money in a safe does no good, likewise, energy bottled up inside of you, whether positive or negative, does no good. Investment is an integral concept of energy fluctuation, and it is this fluctuation that creates the currents of the world.
I don't claim to understand the world just yet, but I can see that I understand a great deal more than I did a year ago. In truth, dear reader, I see this: the best way to master yourself while giving yourself, is in the age-old channel of love.
Yes, there is love for your birth-givers, love for your womb-mates, and love for complete strangers, too, but it is the love between two partners, some hint of power and air of energy, in the connection between two hearts quite unlike any other love. It revitalizes, drains, fuels, consumes... quite the array of oxymorons here but that is the truth - love is a constant tide between the hearts of two that slowly, eventually, wears at the hearts of both and shapes them.
The self-mastery and self-refinement from a true love is infinitely greater than any brooding nihilist can dream to achieve, simply because it is the shaping of one heart, with the minds of two.
And that, is sacred.
It is crucial to note that this blog is, as blogs are wont to be, a chronicle of evolution and development of one immature mind. This blog will remain, at the end of the journey, a thing between a film and a map in the telling of one man's story.
Now, at this particular moment, I'd like to speak off of the words I wrote eleven months ago - on the subject of happiness. The nietzscheism I was engulfed in at the time has since faded, not completely, from a splash of adolescent rebellion to a philosophy of the tourist: to try new things, to take pictures, and to make memories without a pressure of conformity. I'm sure that once enough memories have been made, and a suitcase of pictures accumulated, I can sit down to sift through them and figure out for myself the meaning of life, the universe, and everything.
Until then, I can say from experience this:
Happiness does not lie in, as my younger self put it, content and satisfaction of one's mastery over himself. Life on this planet is too short to master yourself, and it is much too selfish of oneself to devote his time spent on earth focused on himself.
Life on this planet, as I have been led to understand by example of people very dear to my heart, is about contributing to a general well-being by sacrificing all that you can. As money in a safe does no good, likewise, energy bottled up inside of you, whether positive or negative, does no good. Investment is an integral concept of energy fluctuation, and it is this fluctuation that creates the currents of the world.
I don't claim to understand the world just yet, but I can see that I understand a great deal more than I did a year ago. In truth, dear reader, I see this: the best way to master yourself while giving yourself, is in the age-old channel of love.
Yes, there is love for your birth-givers, love for your womb-mates, and love for complete strangers, too, but it is the love between two partners, some hint of power and air of energy, in the connection between two hearts quite unlike any other love. It revitalizes, drains, fuels, consumes... quite the array of oxymorons here but that is the truth - love is a constant tide between the hearts of two that slowly, eventually, wears at the hearts of both and shapes them.
The self-mastery and self-refinement from a true love is infinitely greater than any brooding nihilist can dream to achieve, simply because it is the shaping of one heart, with the minds of two.
And that, is sacred.
