#The philospher

[thedigeridontt]

They should make a sleepy lane so people can sleep while driving

[asmund-scion-of-ice]

[lgist]

Doors.

In front of you stands two doors, behind one, the life you dream of, behind the other, peril. How you can stand there, wilting away, hovering your hand above the knob before quickly retreating, to safety. You’ll linger there, for time, questioning the rationale, comfortable on the other side of risk. “Why, I’ll just stay here” you repeat to yourself, as the safety is overbearing, it whispers lies, its secret in discontent. Your mind races, with possibility, it's naturally curious, it wonders, ponders and creates scenarios. You’re growing bored here, its sanitary outlook washing over any sense of play, the dullness creeping up on you as you forget what color feels like, on your skin, so the mind imagines, it will fill in these blanks, that were so willfully colored for you, with crayons. You’ve run out, the time has come, should you stay or should you go? 

Why must it be so difficult? What brought you here? Which amalgamation of choices has willed you to a clandestine choice, a choice that is only yours. Choice is scary, with an equal opportunity to ruin your life as it does amplify it. We have grown accustomed to choice, we call it preference, I chose vanilla over chocolate, I chose to wake up early this morning, I chose to sleep in. I chose to live, I chose to die, how quickly choice can escalate, from the mundane to life altering, in any sense. Our choices, while they might be our own, affect everything around us, just as the butterfly chose to flap its wings. Who do you love? Why do you love them? What made you love them? Who do you hate? Why do you hate them? What made you hate them?

Choice is blind, it has its own scales, like justice, it must be balanced, for what you seek to gain can equally be lost, according to choice. 

So we hesitate, staring at these doors, knowing what it means to decide to take the first step. Here we are introduced to Choice’s offspring, risk. Risk stems from choice, it is the tranquilizer, how it can strip your movement, and make you a statue. Too nervous to move, too comfortable for the potential of sacrifice. It is here, you’d feel a gentle pat on the back, as it urges you to move. It asks you, do you wish to die here? For that is the third choice, you either walk through door one, door two, or you don’t move, you boil away the rest of it and that’s all you have left, it reminds you. It asks do you fear the unknown more than you fear being stuck? Is this really where you want to die? Have you given the most you can? Have you lived to the fullest, truly, unless you know what waits behind one of these doors? Endless, it's almost tormenting you, mocking your decision to stay here, like a roommate who's sick of your habits and holds an intervention. It is here, life will give you an intervention, it will laugh at you, ridicule you, completely break you, for choosing to stay here. Your mind internalizes this, it believes it, so you become depressed, unable to move, unable to take a step in the right direction, unable to think yourself worthy of moving on. 

Withered away, you’ve become a skeleton, did you die with regrets? Did you die wondering what’s behind those damn doors? Did you die peacefully, with a quiet mind? Did you die with your hand on the knob? Did you decide to move too late? Only you know, or you will know, should you decide to stay here, staring at endless possibilities, literally at your fingertips. A stagnant life is what awaits you here, a pointless existence, where you have nothing to show, where you will be haunted by the decisions you didn’t make, rather than the ones you did. Justified in your comfort, you have successfully thwarted risk, and given the middle finger to choice, now you must pay the price, as you close your eyes in this dark, antiquated, cold room. 

Unknowing of the warmth of winning, unknowing of the bitterness of losing, and of the conclusions these doors had in store for you, both good and bad. I think it’s better knowing, rather than dying in cold comfort, don’t you?

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Felt Inspired.

As always….

Much Love - S

[levforfakes]

you mean literally just remus

[zorbs64]

did this after crying at rocks (finished the manga)

[ne7]

Smug Helios

Should've been me

[not-a-nice-man-to-know]

At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully.

Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.

The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."

Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.

During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.

Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (she bought one) that had returned to Berlin.

"It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.

Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "my travels have changed me." the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home.

A year later Kafka died.

Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:

"Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way."

- Franz Kafka

[muchmossymess]

hmmm thinking about what would have happened if Father had gone after lan fan and her philosophers stone rather than greedling

[unvexes]

but friend, this cage is inside out.

[a-chilly-pepper]

I feel like the reason Celia may have been looking into Alchemy would be to prevent the apocolapyse?

It's pretty clear by this point that she's likely Celia from the world of TMA, so that begs the question, why is she the world of Tmagp? While i have little direct evidence for this, it would make sense that the survivors of TMA, Melanie, Georgie, ect, might send people to check on the other universes, especially if they came across the statement from MAG 114 about the cleaner who fell into another world, so perhaps Celia volunteered, and is there to make sure another apocylapse doesn't occur (also could be why she was looking into dimensional travel, in order to plan a failsafe if the fears do arrive)

The reason I think this links to alchemy is what Colin said, "Too much mercury and the world ends." No idea what it could mean, but it could be why Celia was looking into alchemy.

[nerves-nebula]

reading the goblin emperor but shaking my head so that you know i disagree with the concept of an emperor and also i kinda think the guys who killed Maia's dad via sabotage have a based ideology fasdgfsgasdfasf like im sure they're gonna do more evil stuff or w/e but as is its like... i mean... i get it.

[illpoet]

being trans is so ship of theseus core

[silentgravesdontexist]

Sukuna having a whole self-enlightenment moment in the middle of a fight after brutally killing characters here and there is annoyingly funny—

[wibblywobblykid]

Official poster just dropped!

[n7punk]

I noticed you referenced Pokémon GO in some of your posts. Do you still play and/or do you feel comfortable sharing your friend code?

I don't share my code online due to it doxxing you (with postcard and raid locations) in friend interactions, but I do really enjoy playing it still! Had a ton of fun doing international GO Fest with Meta & co this month. I love the events and it gets me out of the house more.

If you are in need of more friends (especially in specific regions) I recommend using leekduck to find people anonymously! This is the only way I've ever used codes shared online before and I still didn't post my own but it was helpful for getting all the vivillons with my OT (yes I'm a formdex, my OT, aesthetic pokeball only freak)

[br1ghtestlight]

"Is Airy Hfjone A Bad Person" - the greatest thread in the history of forums, locked by a moderator after 12,239 pages of heated debate,