#dailythought

[honeebeeyellow]

Is this friendly, is it more? I don't know. I'm not sure. I've never felt this way before.

I was 18, a year out of school. I was at university, my time to be a fool.

And a fool I was because when my friends made a face, "aren't you two cute" they said. My hand stilled in place. My legs shifted, your body twisted.

A moment ends, and yet we remain friends.

[la-petite-tannante]

Cleaning my appartment will never as productive if i don’t have my compilation of Ella Fitzgerald blasting in my pods.

[springblossomofwisdom]

Philosophical Question Day 5

"Where is the line between art and not art"

I've seen a trend of AI taking over everything. It takes over jobs, machines, and thinking. But recently, (but also for a little while), AI has been taking over art. People hate that AI is taking over art and that's very understandable. People also seem to argue about what is art and what isn't. That's not including AI.

The line between art and not art is simply passion. It's the human heart. Anything can be art, so long as it's made by a human. The Oxford Dictionary defines art as being "The expression or application of creative skill and imagination..." Then goes on to list types of art. What makes AI not art, is the fact that AI cannot have an imagination. It cannot express itself. That's what's so beautiful and artistic about the human mind. It has a passion and a need for expression. To be oneself.

Another topic of this question is, is modern art, art? I've seen many instances where people were angry that art was simply a blue square on a painting. But I think otherwise. Sometimes art is not what's immediately seen. Sometimes art is only for the one who made it. But it's still art. You see a blue square? The artist saw something greater. If you asked that artist why they painted what they did, they'd probably tell you something amazing. At least I'd think so.

Is bad art not art? No. Bad art is absolutely art. The artists expressed themselves in a way no one else had. Because that's their expression. That's their mind and that's what makes it unique. Art is art, whether people like it or not. Whether it is perceived as good. (What is good art anyway? Is it what you like? What about what the artist likes?) It is one's imagination. It is one's expression.

The only thing that isn't art is one without expression and imagination. But the only way that's possible is if that art was purely a machine.

[edariia]

[moonshadowmystique]

Starting My Tumblr: Figuring Out What to Post

Hey Tumblr friends! 👋 I’m super excited to say this is my very first post! After finally creating my Tumblr, I’m still figuring out what kind of content I want to share. There are so many cool options, and honestly, I’m a bit torn. Should this space be for personal thoughts, creative work, or just a mix of everything I love? 🤔

What Should I Post? Exploring Ideas

There’s a ton of inspiration around Tumblr, which makes it exciting but also tricky to decide on a direction. Here are some of the options I’m considering:

1. Personal Blog

I could use this space like a journal, sharing daily life experiences, thoughts, or even mini life updates. It would be a more casual, authentic vibe, letting me connect with others who might relate to what I’m going through. Plus, it could be a great way to document life and look back on my personal growth.

2. Creative Writing and Poetry

I’ve always had a passion for words. Whether it’s short stories or poetry, Tumblr seems like the perfect space to share that creative side. I could post snippets of my writing or even work on a longer project in chapters. There are so many amazing writers on Tumblr that I’ve come across, and it would be fun to join in on that creative community.

3. Book Reviews and Recommendations

As an avid reader, I’m always discovering new books and authors, so why not use Tumblr to share my thoughts on what I’m reading? Whether it’s detailed reviews, quick recommendations, or even bookish discussions, it could be a great way to connect with fellow readers. Plus, I could keep track of my reading journey and maybe even inspire others to pick up a new book.

4. Reblogging and Curation

Let’s be real: Tumblr is a goldmine for cool content. I could simply focus on reblogging things I love, like funny memes, aesthetic photos, inspiring quotes, or interesting posts from others. Curation is its own form of expression, and it might be a fun way to explore and share my favourite rite things without overthinking it.

Finding My Style

One thing I’m quickly learning about Tumblr is that it doesn’t have to be just one thing. I can combine different types of content — writing, reblogging, books, and more. My Tumblr can be a mix of everything I enjoy, which feels true to who I am. Right now, I’m open to experimenting and seeing what resonates with me (and with all of you!).

What’s Next?

For now, I’m going to try out different types of posts and see what feels right. Maybe this space will evolve over time, or maybe I’ll find a clear direction soon. Either way, I’m excited to start this journey, and I’m grateful to have you along for the ride!

[awesomealicellamas]

I’m overwhelmed and I need a doughnut

[aquanomad28]

Monday, August 14, 2023

Today truly marks a remarkable day for me as it is my first day back at work after a significant break. Additionally, I am overjoyed to share the incredible news that my father will be discharged from the hospital today.

Reflecting on this moment, I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and admiration for all the prayers and support we received during this challenging time. We are truly fortunate and blessed that God has answered our prayers by guiding my father towards a swift recovery.

As I step into this new chapter at work, I carry a renewed energy and a profound appreciation for life's blessings. The significance of this day reminds me that with faith and determination, we can conquer any obstacles that come our way.

I extend my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you who stood by us, offering your unwavering support and love. Your kind thoughts and prayers have played an undeniable role in my father's healing journey. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[dailythoughtsmr]

Breathing underwater

"I tried breathing underwater to drown out the doubt, I cracked under the pressure and nearly bled out. You said you'd always save me so where are you, it feels like I'm failing, I'm dancing, while drowning alone." -Hot Milk

[bloodintoink-blog]

thinking about the fact that Rina Kent's characters, their sons, as well as their grandsons have an amazing love/sex lives while the ones who read those haven't even held hands romantically and going crazy over there

[theexpectnothing]

I am an introvert now.

Is that wrong ??

I feel the deep pain inside me because of Peer pressure.

My own people judging me all the time.

Am I wrong to confront this?

Am I wrong to feel sad or lonely?

Am I wrong to open up in my words?

Let’s come together and have chat in common.

Are you guys feeling the same like I do?

[metapoet]

"Those who inflict pain are also in pain. Those who never forget will still be forgotten." -- Just a thought.

[honeebeeyellow]

The first

You were the first to go. My first loss in a sea of longing. Your departure was like a full moon changing the tide, a face stuck in a changing wind. I remember the day you told me, 3rd grade on the swings, feet in the bark, twisting, twirling.

We wrote letters at first, kept a joint journal that crossed the ocean, sharing secrets and stories. The phone calls slowed and the journal came to an abrupt halt. It sat heavy in my desk drawer. I kept it, greedy, hungry for a last taste of what our friendship once was. I kept it like an animal, sensing our changing dynamic like a change of season and crept into a cave to hibernate.

I slept for longer than just the winter. I spoke of you in therapy 10 years later. You did nothing wrong but you were the first to go. My first loss in a sea of longing. From then on I would hide my sorrow, heavy in my desk drawer. Hide it from those who wished to know me, until their patience grew as thin as the pages in our journal and they too would join you, crossing the sea- metaphorically. You were the first to go.

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[springblossomofwisdom]

Philosophical Question Day 6

"What is the difference between living and being alive?"

I like this question because it asks about the human experience and if you've been keeping up with all my philosophical questions, you'll know I love the human experience.

The difference between living and being alive is how you do life. When you get up in the morning, do you feel like that day is going to be something? Do you think that there is something to look forward to? Of course, not every day is like that. There are disappointments. But usually, do you get up and feel like you can handle and enjoy the day? Because that's being alive. To be alive is to have a drive. To be able to move forward and enjoy the things in your life. To have emotions and to have a journey. Not every part of your life is feel-good. But the fact that you carry on regardless is huge.

If you are just living, that means you don't have a drive or a reason. You wake up and you brush your teeth (or not). You drag your feet out the door and go to work or school. Your heart beats not because you want it, but because what else would it do? Living is to have no real meaning to your life. You are just living. I posted a quote by Ken Hudgins, "The meaning of life is to give life meaning." To be alive is to take action and bring meaning to your life. So you can be yourself and enjoy and feel. I might be repeating myself, but living is like being a robot. You drag yourself around, with nothing but a beating heart. I sometimes feel that way. Just living. Someday I wish to be alive.

Sorry this was kind of short, I'm growing unmotivated. But I think writing every day is beneficial. If anyone has fun philosophical questions for me to answer, I'd really appreciate it.

[randomramblingswithramnath]

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[disasterkimo]

My fellow Distopians,

Today, I wish to inform you that though life is still and seemingly forever a challenge; I seem to have made clear to some of you, that I am not a quitter. Granted, sometimes I may run out of steam, but that is likely to not fueling myself in proper and appropriate ways.

I mention this due to the fact that no matter where one finds themselves in life, it is imperative for one's own survival to maintain some level of self analysis. See if what made you tick yesterday is still effective. Discover if you wish to even be ticked. Most of all, especially for those of us who have accepted that the Universe will constantly change and whereby as above so below: we as beings within the Universe must accept that some things within us must also change.

However, in a nearly paradoxical and ironic fashion, there are some things in this wild and crazy and unpredictable maelstrom of existence that are required to never change. For instance, knowing your truth. Knowing when you're wrong and admitting it. Knowing when you failed and accepting it. Understanding that part of the lesson is to know how to stop lying to yourself whether for your or someone else's benefit.

I confess, that while I have made many excellent and wonderful changes, or rather accepted that the Universe has taken its own time and way of shaping and molding me, refining me for the next layer of cake, preparing me for dealing with the next level of challenges, traps, snares or battles: that doesn't inherently give me permission to attempt to mimick or copy what I think or assume will help me in my prerogative. Who, if when honest; won't admit that landing on the shortcuts on board games is a dopamine kick. That winning a match doesn't feel good. Upon winning we seem to instantly forget the fun or the challenge we were facing in the attempt to win something. Meanwhile the loser or the runner up or second place is left feeling crushed or left out of victory even though in theory, they were just as amazing as the winner. It just wasn't their time to win.

This is how I'm attempting to love my life, or at least that is what I tell myself. However, I tried to copy other people's methods or vehicles too much instead of simply relying on what worked for me and helped me ascend from being a sleeper to one who has awakened. Just because I woke up doesn't mean I should choose violence or hostility, that isn't what has kept me alive or protected me in my darkest moments. It wasn't hatred or violence that brought me the people I have cared for most in my life. But that is how I pushed them away.

You may have heard it said, dear reader, that one should live life with "No Ragerts". (Regrets for those not familiar with the meme) However, without a certain level of regret how can we ever apologize for our actions or sins that cause our singularity to occur in a way we do not desire. Don't make my same mistakes of getting everything you could ever want and then ruin it all by merely trying to keep up with the Jones's or whomever. I could be living my best life with my favorite people right now and sadly I am not able to do so because I caused them terrible pains by allowing myself to ADHD assume what they want or need instead of just being me and asking them in my way and favorite fashion: through love and kindness.

Be blessed today because you deserve it. Forgive yourself today so that others may forgive you when they are ready to, and accept that those days may never come. Or if they do that it doesn't mean you will get to have those people back in your universe.

Don't stop. Don't give up. And don't get trespassed. It's better to listen and walk away when asked.

I love you. Thank you for reading.

-Dk