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We Humans Take Ourselves Far Too Seriously

You know, sometimes I get so tired of all the stuff we seem to fight about.

Well, I get tired of it; and sometimes, I also want to laugh hysterically at how ridiculous it all is. Religion, race, gender, diet, sexuality, and whatnot. I mean, really? It’s bad enough that the only way humans seem to feel superior and good about themselves is if they put someone else down. But, can you picture our known, proved, actual reality for just a minute? We are all — all 7 billion+ of us — living on a small rock that is spinning, minding its own business, in the middle of a vast abyss with other rocks.

 

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All it would really take is for the Earth to hiccup, and we’d all be gone. Earthquakes, floods, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, hurricanes, etc. (Did I miss any? Well, anyway, you get the idea.) All it would take is a worldwide string of one or more of these. And that’s it. Capisce. The human race as we know it would be gone. Sure, some of us may survive. Or not. And it wouldn’t matter. Know why? ‘Cause the Earth is a rock that has been spinning in the middle of an abyss for centuries, and it’s going to continue spinning whether we’re here or not.

I mean, seriously, saving the planet? Are you kidding? Please. We’re saving ourselves. We’re just trying the make sure the rock we’re living on doesn’t crack or sink or erupt and get rid of us. ‘Cause, despite it all, we’re survivors, and deep at our core, we like living. And we’d like it very much if the planet continued housing us, thank you.

So really, we’re all just teeny weeny specks on another bigger speck in the universe. And we seem to think that all these labels, all these categories, all these dominance games (’cause, in essence, I think that’s what they are), all these fights and there-is-only-one-right-way attitude, will actually make a difference. It’s kind of hilarious that we seem to think we have any right at all to decide what is right for everyone else when we are all, ourselves, at the mercy of a silent, spinning rock.

Don’t get me wrong. That doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t hope and dream and strive for our goals and ambitions. Rather, the fact that anything can happen at any time and that we’re all just here, together, muddling along as best as we can, just makes these dreams and ambitions that much more important and worthwhile. But, do our dreams and ambitions have to be focussed on deciding how others live, what they want, and how they should be? Do they have to be focused on deciding who should be ostracized and limited and who should be accepted?

I mean, are we that bored?

Frankly speaking, I think that as long as someone’s decisions and actions don’t directly harm another or their freedom, then it should just be let it go. Let them go their way, and let us go ours, and you can go your way. It might not always be comfortable. It might not always feel right. But so what? We’re living on a small spinning rock in space. (And no, I cannot reiterate this enough.)

We have limited lives and, despite how advanced technology is today and how many “facts” we know, the truth is that we’re still discovering the world and everything about it. And, it’s kind of miraculous to be alive at all, don’t you think? All of us on a spinning blue ball in the middle of an abyss? With a multitude of other living species?

So are we really going to waste so much time telling other people how to live, how to be, and what to do? Are we really going to continue fighting about such things till the end of time?

Again: Are we humans really that bored?

 

You know, sometimes I get so tired of all the stuff we seem to fight about. Well, I get tired of it; and sometimes, I also want to laugh hysterically at how ridiculous it all is. Religion, race, gender, diet, sexuality, and whatnot. I mean, really? It's bad enough that the only way humans seem to feel superior and good about themselves is if they put someone else down. But, can you picture our known, proved, actual reality for just a minute? We are all -- all 7 billion+ of us -- living on a small rock that is spinning, minding its own business, in the middle of a vast abyss with other rocks. All it would really take is for the Earth to hiccup, and we'd all be gone. Earthquakes, floods, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, hurricanes, etc. (Did I miss any? Well, anyways, you get the idea.) All it would take is a worldwide string of one or more of these. And that's it. Capisce. The human race as we know it would be gone. Sure, some of us may survive. Or not. And it wouldn't matter. Know why? 'Cause the Earth is a rock that has been spinning in the middle of an abyss for centuries, and it's going to continue spinning whether we're here or not. I mean, seriously, saving the planet? Are you kidding? Please. We're saving ourselves. We're just trying the make sure the rock we're living on doesn't crack or sink or erupt and get rid of us. 'Cause, despite it all, we're survivors, and, deep at our core, we like living. And we'd like it very much if the planet continued housing us, thank you. So really, we're all just teeny weeny specks on another bigger speck in the universe. And we seem to think that all these labels, all these categories, all these dominance games ('cause, in essence, I think that's what they are), all these fights and there-is-only-one-right-way attitude, will actually make a difference. It's kind of hilarious that we seem to think we have any right at all to decide what is right for everyone else when we are all, ourselves, at the mercy of a silent, spinning rock. Don't get me wrong. That doesn't mean that we shouldn't hope and dream and strive for our goals and ambitions. Rather, the fact that anything can happen at any time and that we're all just here, together, muddling along as best as we can, just makes these dreams and ambitions that much more important and worthwhile. But, do your dreams and ambitions Have to be focussed on deciding how others live, what they want, and how they should be? Do they Have to be focussed on deciding who should be ostracized and limited and who should be accepted? I mean, are you that bored? Frankly speaking, I think that as long as someone's decisions and actions don't directly harm another or their freedom, then it should just be let it go. Let them go their way, and let us go ours, and you go your way. It might not always be comfortable. It might not always feel right. But so what? We're living on a small spinning rock in space. (And no, I cannot reiterate this enough.) We have limited lives and, despite how advanced technology is today and how many "facts" we know, the truth is we're still discovering the world and everything about it. And, it's kind of miraculous to be alive at all, don't you think? All of us on a spinning blue ball in the middle of an abyss? With a multitude of other living species? So are we really going to waste so much time telling other people how to live, how to be, and what to do? Are we really going to continue fighting about such things till the end of time? Again: Are you really that bored? By Written By A Moody Pen. WOLIWAIS

#Consent

"You know you want this, love," she purred, "I'll show you a good time." Trapped against the wall, tipsy, trembling, terrified, he forced himself to smile at her. Flash Fiction. Written By A Moody Pen. Raven Pegasus.

 

“You know you want this, love,” she purred, “I’ll show you a good time.”

Trapped against the wall, tipsy, trembling, terrified, he forced himself to smile at her.

 

Chaos & Significance

There's this theory called the chaos theory. And the best way I can understand it and explain it is that even the most minute actions and beings can cause a chain reaction that stretches across the world – like the fluttering wings of a butterfly on one side of the planet causing a series of small to progressively larger reactions that causes a storm on the other side of the planet. That's pretty incredible, don't you think? I mean, it's like being "insignificant" in this universe is practically impossible. ~Written By A Moody Pen ~

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There’s this theory called the chaos theory. And the best way I can understand it and explain it is that even the most minute actions and beings can cause a chain reaction that stretches across the world – like the fluttering wings of a butterfly on one side of the planet causing a series of small to progressively larger reactions that cause a storm on the other side of the planet.

That’s pretty incredible, don’t you think? I mean, it’s like being “insignificant” in this universe is practically impossible. 🙂

 

Chaos Theory. @WOLIWAIS. Written By A Moody Pen. Blogging. Blog Post. There’s this theory called the chaos theory. And the best way I can understand it and explain it is that even the most minute actions and beings can cause a chain reaction that stretches across the world – like the fluttering wings of a butterfly on one side of the planet causing a series of small to progressively larger reactions that cause a storm on the other side of the planet. That’s pretty incredible, don’t you think? I mean, it’s like being “insignificant” in this universe is practically impossible.
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Once Upon A Time, S6E4, “Strange Case”: Come Again, Regina?

Emma: You okay?

Regina: I have to die.

Emma: …What?

My response was squarely with Emma on that one.

Why does everyone on this show think that their “light” and “dark” sides are two separable beings? Besides, if their “light” sides have the “capacity for evil”, doesn’t it stand to reason that their “dark” sides have the “capacity for good” as well?

 

Oh, for heaven’s sake! I appreciated the psychological and emotional aspect of it in the beginning. But it’s getting really annoying that everyone on this show thinks that you can throw off your “dark” side like a rotten tooth and be done with it. That side is part of one’s personality because the experiences that gave birth to those elements are part of one’s life. So unless they lose the memories that brought it out in the first place, of course those “sides” are not going to disappear. And if they do lose those memories, they’ll lose who they [currently] are too.

Sheesh.

Balancing both would be healthier in the long run; instead of just giving in completely to rage or hatred or greed, or just shutting off negative emotions and repressing them as a whole until they burst out unexpectedly. Besides, if their “light” sides have the “capacity for evil”, it only stands to reason that their “dark” sides have the “capacity for good” as well. (In a previous season, Regina, when she was “good”, had dreamt of the Evil Queen with regards to Robin. And she’d even described it then that it had felt like the Evil Queen was actually protecting Robin; so the “capacity for good” in evil isn’t a foreign concept  on this show either.)

In fact, (and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…) this season, Rumplestiltskin’s attitude to this situation is actually healthier than the other characters’. (And while that’s obviously because he has had previous experience with this particular issue and has already learned that separating the two sides won’t work, Gold handling something in a much healthier manner than the rest is still a frightful concept!)

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Quiet Conversations between the Caterpillar and the Butterfly: Stepping into the Dark Ocean

Conversations between the Caterpillar and the Butterfly: Stepping into the Dark Ocean: Said the Butterfly to the Caterpillar: There is an odd thing that I do. Sometimes, I sit and daydream and imagine what it would be like if a particular person I knew, someone I loved, were to die.

Said the Butterfly to the Caterpillar:

There is an odd thing that I do.

Sometimes, I sit and daydream and imagine what it would be like if a particular person I knew, someone I loved, were to die.

I delve into that thought, submerge into that darkness, willingly; and I allow the sheer dark potency of the emotions that come up to wash over me and drown me…

And then when I resurface, I’m calmer, my perspective’s shifted a little, and I even reach out to that person I thought of immediately sometimes. Just to enjoy their presence. I don’t tell them I thought of them disappearing; that’s my dark ocean to drown in, not theirs. I just enjoy their presence; the relationship we have; the fact that we’re here, alive, together, and somehow reachable, even if we live countries and time zones apart.

I do this because I know how unpredictable life can be. And I don’t want to take those I care about for granted.

I don’t want to wait until they’re actually gone to appreciate them and regret all the things I never said or did.

I don’t like the cruelty of the philosophy, “We never understand someone or something’s value until we lose it. Until we no longer have it.” It might be true, but that doesn’t mean I have to succumb to it. I won’t.

It’s not idealism, though. I don’t imagine that I’ll have no regrets at all if I do this. Of course, I will. But I will avoid the regrets I can. I will remember what I have, who I have, and what they mean to me.

I will tell them I love them; I will spend time with them; I will drink in their presence and be simply and fiercely grateful that I met them and have them in my life.

But I do forget sometimes. Which is why I sometimes need to step into that ocean…and submerge in the overwhelming despair of wondering, “What if this person I loved, whom I cared about, died tomorrow?”

I have practice doing this now. So the imaginary thought is realistic.

The emotions that follow are ravaging.

But…I do have practice doing this now. So, while the feelings it invokes are intense, they are not harsh enough anymore for me to crumble; and when I step out of this ocean, the droplets dry away effortlessly and quickly, leaving me dry and free and thankful and happy.

For they are here and they are fine and within reach; and I love that I’m alive too to know them.

So yes, this might seem like a pretty morose thing that I do sometimes…

But I wouldn’t trade it. I feel it’s well worth the insight I get in return.

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The Happiness Load – When You Decide to Transfer It

Making another person responsible for your happiness is the most selfish, weak-minded, irresponsible thing you could do. It transfers the responsibility you own over your own happiness. It sets up a likely scapegoat to blame when things go wrong and you feel miserable. It makes you believe it’s OK to not take responsibility for your own actions and decisions.

In a nutshell, you dump the charge of your happiness on another person’s shoulders in spite of your inner soul knowing that happiness is fleeting and occurs in moments…and that nothing you or anyone does will make happiness a constant state of being.

Even worse, your happiness will never be yours because you have done nothing to earn it or cause it. You might even forget what makes you happy or content or euphoric in the first place.

All because you thought that someone else was responsible for your happiness.

Grow up. The world’s full of landmines and all sorts of occupational hazards (the occupation? Living). Don’t expect someone else to always carry you across them. They’re no better than you at navigating life, in all honesty. And those landmines are rather tricky, even without an extra load to carry.

Making another person responsible for your happiness is the most selfish, weak-minded, irresponsible thing you could do. It transfers the responsibility you own over your own happiness.