#everything matters

[wigglesdtuff]

☀️You're a part of the dawn

where the light comes from the dark

You're a part of the morning

and everything matters... ☀️

[pikachu-deluxe]

fallin in love with undertale all over again. or rather, remembering everything i already loved about it and more

[random-xpressions]

The norm is to begin a conversation by mentioning someone's name but there is something so deeply endearing when you end a sentence with their name...

Random Xpressions

[audreyrose7]

Hold on to whatever energy this is today 💗

[aurora-daily]

AURORA performing "Cure For Me", "Exist For Love" and enjoying the cover of "Everything Matters" by Runyu Qian in Beijing, China | 22.11.2023

[eyeofthelama]

[foreverevolvinghuman]

The Complexity of Human Nature: Nature vs. Nurture, Mental Health, and the Puzzle of Our Experiences

Human nature has always fascinated me; the question of what truly defines who we are, especially when it comes to the impact of our environment and genetics. In my own life, I’ve often wondered whether some things are just written into our DNA, or whether the things we experience, the way we’re raised, and the people we encounter shape who we become. The complexity of these questions has stirred many thoughts, especially when I think about my upbringing and my family.

Growing up with five brothers, I quickly learned that even though we were all raised in the same environment, we each reacted to it differently. And yet, despite not sharing DNA with my adoptive parents, we all picked up traits from them. I often reflect on the strange ways our environment and the people around us mold our behavior. Even in a family where everyone shares a history but not the same genetic code, you can still see echoes of certain traits or qualities that align with the people who raised you. Some of us picked up certain tendencies from our parents, whether through how they spoke or how they carried themselves, but I’ve always felt like there was more to who we are than simply what we inherit from our parents, or even from the experiences that shaped us early on.

My upbringing had a profound impact on who I am today. I learned early that you could grow up alongside someone and still feel completely misunderstood. That realization taught me that the only person I could truly count on was myself. And that was a crucial lesson, figuring out who I was, what I liked, and where my boundaries were. People often talk about the importance of being accepted by others, but I’ve always found it more important to be able to accept and understand myself. This sense of independence gave me the strength to not let others define me, even when I felt disconnected or alienated. It helped me realize that my path was mine alone to carve.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that the environment we grow up in doesn’t shape us. I’ve also seen how others, like my brothers, were shaped differently by our shared environment. Some of them leaned into ego and pride, while I leaned into empathy and my strong sense of justice. I’ve always felt that right and wrong were black-and-white, although now I know that the world is far more complex than that. Still, that deep sense of justice has never wavered and I think it’s a part of who I am, regardless of what I was born into.

The complexities of human nature don’t stop at the way we’re raised. Mental health plays a massive role in shaping us too. I believe mental health is something that can be inherited, but I don’t think it defines you unless you let it. Mental health challenges, whether from genetic predispositions or from the environment we were exposed to, affect how we interact with the world; But our experiences also shape how we deal with these challenges despite our genetic predispositions. It’s our life experiences & the way we’re nurtured that ultimately shape how we respond to them.

Growing up, I wasn’t always aware of the mental health struggles my parents may have faced. I know they weren’t perfect, I also recognize the lasting effects of their unresolved struggles on me; But I’m also aware that while I may have inherited certain traits, I’ve had a unique experience different from my brothers, and it’s helped me understand that we all respond differently to our environment and experiences.

When I reflect on the idea of “nature vs. nurture” I can’t help but think that maybe it’s not one or the other, but rather a combination of both. Our DNA gives us a foundation but it’s the experiences we go through, the lessons we learn, and how we choose to interact with the world that truly shape us. The more I reflect on this, the more I realize that perhaps it’s all a giant puzzle, each piece fitting together in unexpected ways to form the whole of who we are.

[sungreen-lemongrass]

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🫵🫵🫵🧿🧿🧿🔮🔮🔮THIS IS YOUR SIGN TO GO AND LISTEN TO AURORA 🔮🔮🔮🧿🧿🧿🫵🫵🫵😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[roguecanoe]

Week 175: Everything matters.

[pinkstarsabove]

Picture this; blonde Kaori on a red costume by Lisa Mackinnon skating to Aurora’s Everything matters

[speaker-of-the-void-cats]

Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito

Silent. Silent. Silent.

I’m driving your car with you sleeping in the seat next to me

Like a baby, you twist and you turn

You’re travelling fast like a bird in a dream

You are a child waking from a long and dreamless sleep. Is it still today, or have you slept into tomorrow (and tomorrow, and tomorrow, until the days buried you as much as the sand)? Gentle hands brush away the grains, but your voice is so soft that they cannot hear you over the sound of their own heartbeats.

You are the first to dream.

In the dream, you are shaping coarse sand with your hands. You lift a handful, and it feels like the shifting of mountains. You drag your fingertip through the dirt to make a twisting line and hear the roar of moving water. You breathe and feel the rush of clean, bright wind in your hair.

Suddenly, you are far, far, far up in the air, higher than you've ever been. You have gone to the very top of Freehold's tallest skyscrapers, but this is much higher, and you see the world below with much greater fidelity. It is a beautiful green world, much greener than any place you've ever seen before.

It looks like home.

I was a moving thing

Before I was a human being

I was the ice before it melts

I was the tree before it fell

My dear, come near

Do you understand what is happening?

Look at it go, look at it dance over the sky like a rocket

A love machine, a cinematic dream

So pure and it hurts when the beauty is lost in the speed

‘Cause everything matters to me

(To me, to me, to me, to me)

I am the first to dream.

The dreams can happen at any time. A veil drops in front of my eyes and I see strange, moving images. I am someone else, or I am myself, reimagined. I can't say. In the dreams, I shape planets with my own hands.

At first, I believe I am mad.

You are a moon. You feel heavy, so heavy, but to the stargazer you hang weightless in the sky. When the stargazers call out, you do not answer. They would give themselves up for you; abandon their own dreams to chase you. You love them too much to condemn them so.

Crawl beneath the earth

To feel the hunger and the thirst

If you could fly and be the bird

Then you would see the forest burn

My dear, come near

Do you understand what is happening?

You’re a part of the dawn where the light comes from the dark

You’re a part of the morning and еverything matters

Here we are, an atom and a star

You’re a part of the movement and everything matters

(To me, to me, to me, to me)

The clinicians at BrayWell call it "interplanetary relocation maladjustment psychosis": a psychobabble catch-all for mental disturbances that they can't explain. Other people, searching for certainty, call it "prophecy." But all I can offer is a loose, tangled connection that I painstakingly unravel when I dream.

|| I am drawn to a bright and attentive star. I speak to it through movement, through feeling. It understands implicitly. ||

You are a lighthouse keeper. You are watching over a sleepy coastal village as the storm clouds roll in, and you are flashing the signal lantern, faster and faster and brighter and brighter, but they do nothing. You are trapped on an island, in a tower, signaling desperately that It is coming, and still they do not run. They are going to die—and if you do not run, you will die too.

Who is calling me for the emergency?

(Mm-mmm-mmm-mmm)

Who is listening to the sirens singing?

I’m watching a storm turn into form

And the clouds of the world like a burst

It dances and it twirls

On top of the world, it is good and it hurts

Now, I stand before a crowd. Their murmuring is the bone-deep rumble of shifting tectonic plates.

A screen behind me plays looping, blurry footage of the Traveler terraforming Venus. The images radiate with pale light. We've watched this footage many times.

|| I glide through space as if through water, tugged in nine directions by nine impulses. ||

You are leaning out over the ocean. Sometimes the fish brush against your fingers and believe that they have felt the divine; sometimes the tide recedes, and the fish do not know you except by your absence. And today, you strive with all your might to reach the water, because It is here, the great dark shadow of the shark parting the water like a knife, and you cannot warn them, but you must. You must try. You cannot bear to lose even one more.

We are stood and somehow calm

Within the madness of the storm

With no solution for the scared

Tasting pollution in the air

My dear, come near

Do you feel my hand? It is there

Look at it go, look at it dance over the sky like a rocket

A teacher, a simulated dream

A cure, a cure for the hurt

And the pleasure you feel is real

In front of the crowd, I sway a little, a copse of trees bending in a dream-wind. I can't help it. I'm dreaming more often than not.

|| There is whispering from the deep-dark, alluring and terrifying—a reminder of things left behind, bittersweet and abhorrent. ||

You are carrying a tower of books. If you recited one title each second, you would not finish before the heat death of the universe. And every year, every day, every minute, Its hands add more to the pile. A man reaches for one of the books, for you, and you want so very badly to reach back, to take his hand and tell him that you must bear it just like he must, forever, the memory engraved in quartz—but your hands are full.

inhale

(Exhale) inhale

(Exhale) inhale

(Exhale) inhale

(Exhale) inhale

(Exhale) inhale

(Exhale) inhale

(Exhale) inhale

You’re a part of the dawn where the light comes from the dark

You’re a part of the morning and еverything matters

Herе we are, an atom and a star

You’re a part of the movement and everything matters

(To me, to me, to me, to me)

A crackle of static on the screen behind me brings me back to earth, resettling my feet firmly on the ground. These people have come here for my insights.

I lean forward and speak to the crowd. Four tenets, aching with truth:

You are a prisoner. The cage is so small that you can barely breathe. He screams at you to share your gift. You would not give it to anyone who thought of it so. It is a burden, a terrible weight that you have already asked too many to bear, to be crushed by. You could say all this, and more. You do not.

Who is calling me for the emergency?

(Mm-mmm-mmm-mmm)

Who is listening to the sirens singing?

Quelque part avant l'aube

Quand la lumière veut nous voir

Quelque part dans le monde

Un oiseau s'endort sans bruit

Toi et moi, dans la nuit on trouvera

Quelque part où déposer les fleurs qu'on a cueillies

Pars avant l'aube

The Traveler is a force of benevolence.

You are reaching over a chasm, into which countless paths feed like arteries. You are trying to reach the people on the other side, but you cannot bridge the gap alone. You watch them turn, one after another, to walk down, down, down into the abyss, until It consumes them entirely. You are as surprised as anyone else when one of those wanderers comes back up the path, still reeking of decay, and reaches back to you.

Take from our world no more

Take from our world no more

Take from our world no more

Take from our world no more

Quand la lumière veut nous voir

Quelque part dans le monde

Un oiseau s'endort sans bruit

Toi et moi, dans la nuit on trouvera

Quelque part où déposer les fleurs qu'on a cueillies

Pars avant l'aube

The Traveler is a sentient being with free will, dreams, hopes, and fears.

You are drowning. The water roils, dragging you down, and you are tired, so tired. The deep, dark ocean has gotten into your lungs, droplets of ink dispersing in silver blood. This time, you think, this time It has won. But when you look up, you see a figure diving toward you, fighting their way down through the suffocating waves, reaching out just like you've reached out to them, so many times before.

Quand la lumière veut nous voir

Quelque part dans le monde

Un oiseau s'endort sans bruit

Toi et moi, dans la nuit on trouvera

Quelque part où déposer les fleurs

The Traveler will save us.

You have so little strength left, but you do have it, that last gasp of air in your chest. You reach back—and in your hand is a sword.

The Traveler will leave us.

Dread not the darkness in your heart. Be free.

**This is why the Light wipes away memory. It strikes away the pain of the past to break the pattern. To create the possibility of grace.

The Light offers escape from endless cyclic violence.

The Light is the hope of grace through the grace of hope. The possibility to be more than what reason allows us. Because by acting unreasonably, we escape reasonable limits.

[just-a-lovebot]

Just finished rewatching Everything Everywhere All At Once and I still have so many big emotions about it!!! Like yes I was raised in hatred but no I refuse to put that back into the world especially towards the people I love!!! Yes I am flawed and have regrets but they make me this completely unique and inimitable version of myself!!! Nothing matters and everything is stupid and absurd and insignificant but if you don't give every stupid absurd insignificant moment meaning and joy then you won't survive!!! TLDR; Life is art and art cannot exist without each person assigning unique meaning to it. Meaninglessness HAS to have meaning!!!! 💖💖💖

[upsadaisy]

Nothing we ever do really matters...

I once read that nothing we do ever really matters.

At first, reading those words was like taking a bite of a dinner roll only to find moldy dry decay hidden inside. Something built in the back of my throat and coated my tongue, thick and putrid.

I could feel the surprise and outrage as this simple statement took hold and dragged me to an immediate place of anger.

How dare they say peoples’ lives didn’t matter? It all mattered!

Whatever their spiritual beliefs, their family system, their history or age – everyone I had ever met knew it all mattered somehow.

Then I suddenly expanded and collapsed at the same time. My sense of self and life, my own belief system and personal history converging right there in a tangled knot of the world as I saw it.

Instead of following the interwoven but separate threads along their paths, I saw the knot itself.

It wasn’t a knot anymore, it was an ever-flowing and twining thread. The thread had no beginning or end, but continued to mix and separate, all constantly flowing and somehow miraculously never actually tying together.

Did it matter?

Yes… and no.

I am a ball of energy that has been here since the beginning of the universe, and will continue to be here until the end of it.

Whether Christians are correct about the afterlife and my soul ends up in eternal Heaven or Hell. Whether my electrical impulses disperse into the world at large when my body ceases to sustain them any longer. Whether I just fall one day, and I am buried in the ground to decompose and feed mother nature in her ever rotating environmental life cycle.

One day the ancestors or my ancestors will not know me by name, or by face, or my history here.

Even the most accomplished in our human race can claim immortality in the history of mankind.

Sooner or later, each one of us will crumble from the pages of humanity.

Then I read again the line ‘Nothing we do ever really matters’, and I am no longer rage and hostility.

I am appreciation and acceptance.

My time here is finite and does not matter. My time here is infinite and it matters.

[leafith]

Oke...

You know Aurora will come soon in sky????

Well, I wanted a loooot to learn all of the concert songs on my instruments! And I'm doing great!

I already learned:

1. Exhale Inhale;

2. Runaway;

3. Queendom;

And I have to study better:

1. All Is soft inside;

2. The Seed;

3. Warrior;

Now, I wanted to add a little song after Queendom (the songs will be played in the original order before of the concert by Judylia/Judy, my skykid):

Everything Matters of the album: THE GODS WE CAN TOUCH.

Already learned it too lol.

But, anywayyyyy!!!

I was wondering... Someone would like to join me in this little show? We can decide togheder when and in which place (maybe the theatre?).

As instruments I have:

1. My harp (you know the Prairie instrument, basically the first moths get?? That one);

2. My Piano (Valley of Triumph instrument);

3. My saxophone (got from Days of Music).

I planned to play the songs with the harp to represent ALL the skykids (moths and veterans) because this instrument has even perfect notes for the songs!

I also could buy the Drum from Blushing Prospector!

If anyone wants to join, we first should chose the right instruments. If you know how to play a drum or piano or other instruments, you can reblog or just tag me in one of your posts or even just chat with me! I have no problem ^^.

Songs of the concert so no one gets confused:

[libelulalostmedia]

Everything matters to me