u/Bowel_Movement69
Muahaha, feel so evil
Just gave the worst customer Rep a 5/5! Suffer you other people calling hahaha. She was super friendly, cheery voice type.
The view Infront my house and the road I walk on everyday
The view Infront my house and the road I walk on everyday.
I know now, Mother and Father (extended)
Growth how does one ascertain their ways and become anewed. To grow do we have to assume and create and idea of ourselves in the future or is the later to recall of the past and create a foundation and bases of whince.
Historians say when we recall the past we can be more aware of the future, entailed by the whipping of tail from whince we were to where we are now, have we created something out of nothingness. Does recalling of the past aid in the conquest for the future or do we march forward onto nothingness, knowing peril and deception ahead. Future of knowledge a foundations of variables and fluctuations, a artistic tapestry of life, woven, yet not seen, unbeknownst we rattle the cages we were in for purpose.
To know of future and to know of the lies you can tell what can you grasp if you see.
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Failure supports victory, but I never saw you broken. Or was it that you were already broken past the point of failure and fixtured on the moment; as age comes I see that moments weigh more than thoughts of past or future. For the greatest thing you did was never show a reflection, but it was in that deceit you made a flame show, within my own; for it was I who was reading the lies and grasping at toothpicks in a container, testing my faith to get a lucky different color one. For now I see there are no circumstances only action required or taken to address the discord. For a man lingering in thoughts of past is burdened by future and the man burdened by future is going to have judgements of his past. I am forever grateful, ill and broken but burning.
The Tangled Webs we Weave (extended)
So, grown yet, but not becoming worthy of trust in your capabilities, a child, idealist terms of knowledge and understanding, a backwater of logs that manifest. Throughout endurance and maintenance when does fatigue set in for those around you or does it, your energy, does it radiates to others, or is it a purpose created for mechanisms beyond cosmic understanding. A story of stories written atop of others and bound by invisible threads, marionetted by venom a shake and every string turns to the winds and fold back to there form. Downcast eyes trying to ground to a sad reality, or be it your eyes that stare at the clouds, for a lay and you can find both; add a overgrown weed that shows resilience and you have a show; for if you forget to be a child you forget your own grace. For we were all children and to deal we might need to be one again.
I stand a weird point in my life. Where I know about the predictable future, where I know there will be gossip. My values are estranged from gossiping, I have this weird belief that once you gossip you have to keep doing it. I get that it is human to do to spread talk about people and that it is just for passing time. Something strange in me feels like if I speak ill of someone something bad might actually happen. Then again I know I do not really care about people that much like what they think, feel, ETC...
... Lmao, What's yours guys take on gossiping?
(Sorry wanted to post proper...)
(Reversible/ignorable with the last sentence, depends on mood) - The saddest thing to me is three things knowing you are forgotten, feeling forgotten or wanting to be forgotten.
Be it within our times we find that being is all moderation and at times we need extremes and lows. Illness can counteract that, forcing you to find answer to being made broken by past, just because you are broken does not mean you can not fix what is there. It is in times we find hope and disparity that we become. In times of our own judgement do we decide to conform to the norms or break free from them giving all we got because that is all we can give. Hope gives way to being always, for future is the now if you believe and ascertain to it.
(Reversible/ignorable with the first sentence, depends on mood) - The saddest thing to me is three things knowing you are forgotten, feeling forgotten or wanting to be forgotten.
When rationality can not solve the voices and past the part of comprehension, understanding and defeatism. Learn to live on a feeling and whims is a grandeur of life. To make mistakes and try to justify them, but it takes knowledge to own up to it. So history and religion come strong with understanding right and wrong. I am a point where I want to be broken again to build myself up faster and faster!
Nothing is stopping me I am fire incarnate!
Be it within our times we find that being is all moderation and at times we need extremes and lows. Illness can counteract that, forcing you to find answer to being made broken by past, just because you are broken does not mean you can not fix what is there. It is in times we find hope and disparity that we become. In times of our own judgement do we decide to conform to the norms or break free from them giving all we got because that is all we can give. Hope gives way to being always, for future is the now if you believe and ascertain to it.
The saddest thing to me is three things knowing you are forgotten, feeling forgotten or wanting to be forgotten.