憂鬱

i hope everyone finds peace. i hope everyone becomes healthier, wiser, and learns how to stand by their values. i hope misunderstandings, hatred and quarrels come to an end. most of our troubles are as light as a piece of paper. we are the ones who make them bigger. may we all find the strength to let go of resentment, choose understanding over judgment, and remember that life is too short to carry unnecessary burdens.

humans are creatures whose brains evolved to treat certain desires as overwhelmingly important, even when, from a broader perspective, they are temporary and often disproportionate.

pitiful futile humans shackled by petty desires, forever reaping the consequences of their own folly.

upon death, one is unaware of their state, as pain is experienced by others. the same thing happens when you're stupid.

there is an abundance of content to consume, yet never enough time - such is the nature of being human.

many people go through life with hardly an original thought, gravitate from one pleasure or amusement to another, gain a livelihood doing what someone else has assigned, flee boredom as best they can, marry and beget children, and then, without having made the slightest difference of any unique significance, die and decay like any animal.

we have a deficit of wonder. i think it’s because of computers/ais. when i ask people questions, they get on their computer – gimme a few minutes and i’ll let you know and i’m, like, nooooo! i want them to wonder about it! i don’t want to know the answer. i just want them to wonder about it.

and just because an higher stake of consciousness appears appealing or liberating to you, don’t suppress your existing emotions in the name of it. the temporary nature of those pleasures is understood deeply only when they are fully felt consciously not when they are prematurely repressed.

attachment is the great fabricator of illusions. reality can be attained only by someone who is detached.

i feel pity for those who cannot separate the art from its artist. people so obsessed w the creator’s personal virtue that they become incapable of encountering beauty on its own terms.

the majority of men have not yet acquired the maturity to be independent, to be rational, to be objective. they need myths and idols to endure the fact that man is all by himself, that there is no authority which gives meaning to life except man himself. man represses the irrational passions of destructiveness, hate, envy, revenge. he worships power, money, the sovereign state, while he pays lip service to the teachings of the great leaders of the human race.

when you know that every problem is only a false problem, you are dangerously close to salvation.

with people, it is a general rule that the more elaborate the facade, the greater is the inner emptiness.

today, everyone wants to be someone, loud. everyone wants to be authentic, be different to other, thus everyone is like everyone else. i miss the nameless.

great art has often been made by bad people. so what? expecting the artist to be a good person is a sentimental canard of victorian moralism.

as long as humankind recklessly proceeds in the fateful delusion of being biologically fated for triumph, nothing essential will change.

people are fucking nuts. this country is full of nitwits and assholes. do you ever notice that? oh, my goodness, yes. nitwits, assholes, fuck ups, scumbags, jerk offs and dipshits. and they all vote.

it is very important to go out alone, not w a companion, but by yourself and observe the falling of a leaf, hear the lapping of the water, watch the flight of a bird, and of your own thoughts as they chase each other across the space of your mind. if you are able to be alone and watch these things, then you will discover extraordinary riches which no government can tax, no human agency can corrupt, and which can never be destroyed.

when everyone is chasing money, sex, passion, curiosity wtv, but your searching for a reason to be alive

SOLACE!