#it is also a corner stone of culture targeted at youth

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If, as a someone form the West, you use the argument “this book sort of assumes you have the basis of who is who in the Greek pantheon [the Olympians]” as a way of criticizing said book, I am going to take whatever your saying with a grain of salt.

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The Real Story Behind The Slender Man: EVERYTHING You Need To Know

It started in May 2014.

Three teenage girls were enjoying a Wisconsin summer evening when they decided to go for a walk in their local forest.

Only two of them would return.

The third would be stabbed 19 times by her friends.

She survived, pulling herself out of the forest and to safety. Her classmates were promptly arrested, and confessed their crime, later going on to plead insanity.

Yet despite the shocking nature of this crime, a stabbing doesn’t necessarily make worldwide news. But it wasn’t the circumstance of the attack that hit the headlines. It was the motive.

They claimed they did it to appease the Slender Man.

And they were not the only ones that committed such a crime in his name.

To a majority of the population, these claims can be written off as the ‘insanity’ stamped on the official court documents. But the thing is, these atrocities aren’t the only times Slender Man has been sighted outside of his pixelated world.

In fact, Slender Man made his name many years before we began our search for the 8 pages.  

Does he really only exist within the World Wide Web?

What Is The Slender Man?

Our story starts 5 years before Wisconsin hit the headlines.

In 2009, comedy website Something Awful launched a paranormal images competition. Users of the website were to mock up supernatural-inspired or horror-themed pictures, and leave them to be judged by the internet.

Eric Knudsen’s entry forged together the mystery of an urban legend and the dark reality of pedophilia.

Knudsen used pictures of children playing in playgrounds, or hanging out in friendship groups, or any other innocent gathering of youngsters, and photo-shopped a figure among them. This figure was an 8 foot tall, thin man, with a faceless, pale profile draped in a formal suit.

Emerging from his back was a set of dark, twisting tentacles.

He called him the Slender Man.

It was only when 4chan users picked up on these pictures that his urban legend infamy was set in stone.

Both the forum site and Creepypasta.com moulded his backstory, infusing the simple tales of kidnapped children with the concept of proxies - that is, children which were used to do his bidding. And it’s this premise that would alter the landscape of teenage crime - and suicides - in America.

From here the urban legend extended its tentacles, haunting the darker corners of the internet. But it was his debut in video games that drew him out into the mainstream.

In 2012, the first video game first entered our downloads folder.

The free game followed a simple principle: you wander through dark woods in the dead of the night armed with a torch and surrounded by pixelation only an early Buffy demon could muster up, and you look for 8 ‘pages’.

These pages are poorly pencilled drawings that have been left by children taken by the Slender Man - but the terror only starts here. Throughout your search you are followed by the entity titling the game.

Slender Man: The Arrival hit the shelves only two years later and followed the same concept as the original. But this time we are joined by some sense of a plot, and a few other characters, too.

Nevertheless, the undying premise remains: he follows kids, and then he takes ‘em for himself.

Why?

This remains unknown.

But it’s this premise which fuelled the urban legend haunting the teenagers, fitting the real life cases that have scarred America.

This was confirmed in his film debut in 2018: Slender Man preyed upon the wave of crime inspired by the creepy pasta, merging the reality of the recent stabbings with the video games that put him on the map.

But this premise has scored a stab wound on our society before, fitting historic folklore far too accurately.

Crime In The Name Of The Slender Man

Wisconsin was not the only American state to witness a shocking crime inspired by this indie horror icon. In fact, a variety of other attacks pinned on the Slender Man followed a similar pattern:

One 14 year old burnt their house down, a tragedy linked to their history of reading creepypastas exploring the legend, whilst another young teen stabbed her own mother in order to please the Slender Man.

But it doesn’t stop there.

Alongside the spike in violent crime was a sharp rise in teenage suicides at the Pine Ridge Native American Reservation.

The suicide rate among the Native American population in America is already far more prevalent than any other ethnic group, but the sudden spike of 9 suicides of those aged between 12 to 24 sparked concern. And when the motives were drawn back to the Slender Man, these concerns only grew further.

The authorities even made mention to this urban legend in their official investigation, determining that the Slender Man was considered by the teenagers in the community to be a suicide spirit, a dark entity within Native American folklore. But to them, the Slender Man went by a slightly different name.

They called him the Tall Man spirit.

“He’s appearing to these kids and telling them to kill themselves.” - a local minister who supported youths in the community

Suicide spirits follow a similar line of thought to Catholic views of demons or evil spirits: they are negative spirits that feed off our energy. This entity in particular, however, spends its free time targeting and possessing individuals that are undergoing a spiritual crisis.

Alcoholics, addicts, the depressed - they are all worthy contenders for being the personal buffets of suicide spirits.

With a cluster of Facebook videos alluding to local folklore combined with viscous cyber-bullying encouraging the victims take their own lives, the notion of the Tall Man gathered strength, tying together the folklore of the suicide spirit and the urban legend of the Slender Man.

But this wasn’t the only time the Tall Man has been sighted in Native American communities.

In 1890, the Wounded Knee Massacre occurred.

20,000 Latoka Native Americans were left for dead by US troops. To this day it is considered one of the most atrocious acts committed against the Native American population.

And it was here that the Big Man was first seen.

Many claimed an entity taking the form of a tall man sporting a top hat would wander the reservation after the massacre, and made the younger generation take their own lives.

Whilst negative spirits donning the top hat are common outside of Native American folklore, the similarities between the Big Man and the Tall Man create an uncomfortable link between the tragedies scarring the past and present Native American population.

But this community’s folklore isn’t the only place the Slender Man has been referenced outside of the video game.

Nearly every other culture has their very own Tall Man.

Could the Slender Man have existed before the original video game even entered beta testing?

The Slender Man In Historic Folklore

When I began researching the entity’s existence - aside from being overwhelmed by the array of tragic stories - I encountered many dead ends.

One of these dead ends sticks out.

Out of all of the rumours circulating following the Wisconsin stabbings was that Slender Man originated from Romanian folklore, and was based on some similar entity possibly bearing his size, demeanour, and pastime of abducting and/or traumatising children.

This was proven to be untrue.

But upon realising the Slender Man didn’t first make his name in Romania, I discovered he had made his name in a lot of other countries.

Like a lot.

Like way too many.

From motive to dress sense, the Slender Man’s first sighting starts a couple millennia before his internet debut.

Fear Dubh from Irish folklore is the most popular contender for being the OG Slender Man, his name literally translating to ‘Black Man’. It is claimed that this entity would scare children snooping round the woods, and his title confirms his attire matches his more modern formal suit.

Germany’s Eriking too bears a resemblance to the Slender Man’s irish counterpart - with a focus on both his height and dark clothing, this internet icon might have travelled further than we think. This mythical beast prides himself on dwelling in the woods and kidnapping children, confirming he has potential for the official historic Slender Man.

However: the plot thickens when we consider another German entity known only as the Tall Man.

With the same name as the Native American suicide spirit, and the guiding principle of kidnapping kids who wander the woods, the potential for an international entity once again emerges from the darkness.

Historic legends from the American South also contain a similarity that should have you sleeping with the light on: a treelike man who kidnaps children was often spotted throughout history.

Regardless, it’s easy to decode these vague mythical creatures as warnings to their children of the dangers of wandering near uncharted territory alone and at night.

But it’s the details of the Slender Man that click together when we trace the folklore back to the oldest recorded sighting of the urban legend.

And this takes us to 9000 BC.

Both Eypgtian hieroglyphics and Aztec paintings often portray the same distinct tall, thin, menacing figure, but it’s Brazilian cave paintings that house the oldest attributes.

In these paintings you can clearly see a tall man lead a child by the hand, his unnaturally large limbs dominating the scene.

Yet aside from the Slender Man’s basic features - that of his height and incessant stalking of children - his facelessness (#new-word) is a feature we have yet to discuss. Fortunately, many cultures have already discussed it. And the greatest conversation takes place in Japan.

Japanese faceless ghosts have haunted the small island for centuries. The Noppera-bo prides itself on frightening humans, often taking the face of someone the victim knows before their features dissipate into nothingness.

All you can see is a blank, smooth, flat layer of skin, a sight only witnessed when the Slender Man finally catches up with you in his video game debut.

Whether you believe in the Slender Man or not, there is no doubt that the concept harnessed by Eric Knudsen did not begin in 2009.

We might not know when the Slender Man began hunting children, and we might not know why he does, but there is one thing for certain:

He has not finished just yet.

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Inspiring Women I Met in Bhutan – and What Happiness Means to Them.

The Bhutan happiness index has intrigued me for a long time. So I tried to figure out what happiness means to its people.

Is this indescribable feeling happiness? I wondered as my partner and I hiked through the blue pine forests of Bhutan’s Haa Valley. Up gentle hills we walked, alive with the scent of rain from the night before. Prayer flags fluttered in the wind. White and pink wildflowers dotted the landscape.

I had landed up in Bhutan last autumn to speak about my book at the Mountain Echoes Literary Festival. And found myself immediately drawn to the old world charm, neighbourhood forests, mountains, traditional architecture, people, food and slow life of the capital city Thimphu.

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Perhaps like everyone else, I’ve been intrigued and fascinated by the idea of Bhutan’s Gross National Happiness. Is Bhutan really the happiest country in the world, I found myself wondering. Will I be able to glean the secret to happiness while I’m there?

Over nearly a month of traversing the magical beauty of Bhutan, I ended up meeting local writers, entrepreneurs, travellers, farmers, thinkers and dreamers. Some were fleeting encounters, some easy friendships. To some, I couldn’t help but pose the question, what is happiness anyway?

As we stay home and introspect about life during this global lockdown, I’m finding solace in their answers:

Happiness is having a purpose in life (and the Bhutan happiness index is not a literal measure)

Bhutan happiness index – a development indicator, not a literal measure.

I was in complete awe of Sonam Pelden – a Forbes 30 under 30 tech entrepreneur – as she spoke about Bhutan’s evolving digital landscape at Mountain Echoes. I felt her enthusiasm for the digital world back when I worked in Singapore, but perhaps I’ve lost some of it to cynicism along the way.

Chatting with her though, I first learnt how Bhutan actually calculates its Gross National Happiness Index (GNH). Unlike popular perception, the GNH is not a literal measure of happiness or even emotional contentment. It assesses changes in 33 indicators through surveys with randomly selected households. Parameters include psychological well-being, education, health, governance, ecological resilience and standard of living. This ultimately gives a glimpse of whether people are moving from the “unhappy” end of the spectrum towards the “deeply happy” end. But more than that, it helps create a development road-map targeting low-performing parameters.

Sonam says candidly, “The narrative put forth by popular media propagates the notion of a naïve blissful nation – albeit enticing – where tribes of smiling people are constantly gripped in song and dance. This is a dangerous half-fiction which needs to be fought on all fronts. It incubates anti-intellectualism and a sense of entitlement, and perhaps even more troublesomely, manages to distort how Bhutanese people perceive themselves. There is so much more than smiling and dancing to Gross National Happiness – and we need to push that forward!”

Personally for her, “the pursuit of happiness means the pursuit of usefulness. Ultimately being useful and having a purpose in life – i.e adding value to my community and to myself makes me feel more fulfilled, more alive – all the things we associate happiness with.”

On the other hand, “being happy implies permanence – it implies you have completed all your prerequisites and now you get to sit atop your giant pile of happy forever. You have retired from the everyday roller coaster of emotions to simply revel in your happiness.

And this is why I have a problem with Bhutan being dubbed as the happiest place on earth.”

Also read: Unexpected Friendships in the Dominican Republic

Happiness is a mindset

With Tashi, chatting about Bhutan, happiness and life.

“I’m too smart to be sitting at home,” Tashi said, only half joking. She aced her studies, but life had different plans for her. Back in the early 90s, much like in India, women in Bhutan were expected to marry early, as per the wishes of their parents.

But that didn’t stop her from becoming an entrepreneur. She refurbished her 80-year-old house in the remote Ura village of Bumthang Valley and opened it up to travellers seeking a taste of rural life. That’s how we met.

As a passionate and forward-thinking farmer, she was chosen among a handful to travel to Austria and learn from organic farmers across the country! When she returned, they even helped her build a stone oven to practice bread making – the only one of its kind in all of Bhutan. In her cosy kitchen, we gathered one night to drink homemade ara – a fermented (and potent) local rice brew. Chatting about life in Bumthang and her adventures in Austria, I couldn’t help but wonder what she made of happiness.

“To me, happiness is something we set our minds to. No matter how hard life gets, it is about being able to take it easy, think in positive ways, and just feel satisfied with what we have,” she explained.

Indeed, it’s easy to complain about the cards we’ve been dealt by life. But perhaps the only way to pursue happiness is to choose how we play the hand.

Also read: What the Village Folk of Kumaon Taught Me About Life

Happiness is seeking inspiration on the road

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At the Mountain Echoes festival, I was delighted to share the stage with Tshering Denkar – Bhutan’s first solo female traveller and travel blogger. Her passion to get off the beaten track in Bhutan, hitchhike to remote parts of the country, connect with indigenous communities and bring their stories to the world is infectious.

We ended up hiking in the forests of Thimphu together. And that’s when I learnt that she was invited to meet His Majesty The Fifth King of Bhutan after he read her blog! He commended her for her fearless travels and curiosity about her own land. Indeed, her blog inspired us to travel all the way to Haa Valley. And her stories of the remote eastern corners of Bhutan make me long to return to the country.

“Happiness to me is Bhutan’s offbeat trails and unexplored places. It is seeing how people in far-flung regions, even without basic necessities, seem content with their lives. It is about becoming a part of other cultures and traditions on my sojourns. Happiness to me is Bhutan itself,” says Denkar.

As a fellow traveller, I think I get it. Being on the road often makes me feel close to the illusive, inexplicable feeling of happiness.

Also read: Meet the Courageous Indian Woman Who Travels the World Solo – On a Wheelchair!

Happiness is an inside job

Hiking up to the famous Paro Taktsang.

As a vegan traveller, I was amazed to learn that Bhutan has no slaughterhouses! Consciously harming sentient beings is considered out of line with the Buddhist principle of compassion. Ironically though, Bhutan imports meat from India…

The quest to understand Bhutan’s complex relationship with animals led me to Yangso. The pioneer of Bhutan’s small but passionate vegan movement and founder of the country’s first vegan club. Through her, I discovered vegan-friendly local brands and connected with other Bhutanese vegans. We ended up hosting a meetup in Thimphu and swapped stories of vegan, eco-friendly and minimalist living. Her passionate advocacy for animal rights in a country whose national dish is ema datshi (cheese and chillies), left me inspired. So I had to ask Yangso what happiness meant to her.

“Happiness to me is an inside job. I maybe in the most peaceful and happiest country in the world, but to me happiness is a state of mind. It is embracing the present moment. It is acceptance. It is patience. It is knowing that my existence matters,” she said.

That inside job is not always easy. But I know for a fact that to the billions of animals suffering out there, her existence matters. And hopefully, her patience will pay off.

Also read: On Life and Contentment: A Conversation With Buddhist Monks in Thailand

Happiness is giving back

With Her Majesty the Royal Queen Mother. Wish I’d asked her the Bhutan happiness question!

At the end of our panel, Denkar, Pem C (the founder of Bhutan’s first lifestyle magazine) and I had the great honour of being invited to chat with Her Majesty the Royal Queen Mother Ashi Dorji Wangmo Wangchuck. I would only later learn how rare that honour was!

For someone who inspires so much awe and respect among the Bhutanese, I was surprised to hear her open up about her youthful adventures before she embarked on a different journey as one of the Queens to the visionary Fourth King of Bhutan. I didn’t get the opportunity to ask her about happiness, but her eyes lit up as she spoke about her foundation, Tarayana.

She travelled across Bhutan, to far-flung villages, trying to grasp the challenges of rural living. And set up the Tarayana Foundation to support sustainable development and vocational livelihoods on the remote countryside. Green technologies are at the core of these projects – including micro hydro power projects in off-grid villages, bio sand water filtration, dry composting toilets and solar dryers for food preservation.

It sounds to me like happiness might just be about making a difference in the lives of those less privileged than us, in whatever way we can.

What do you think of the Bhutan happiness index? What does happiness mean to you?

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About me

Hi, my name is Viktoriya. I'm 34 years of age. I'm a copywriter, you can find more of my posts at http://prposting.com I graduated with honors from the university.

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 The joy of knowing that your job is incomparable to nothing. When I printed ironic cases from my life experience, along with the webmaster took two of them, I wished to only fly on the wings of the dream. Happiness is when someone wants you. Pleasure is when you are in demand. The downside of this - frailty and oblivion. But beneath the lying stone water does not flow and so it is simply essential to make. At not writing anywhere, at least just for no reason, without any reward for their job. The maturation of mind and outlook of believing is the goal of any human culture in whatever indicators it's quantified, and also the output of copywriting with a favorable balance won't wait, if the author doesn't have a material reward in itself, but merely a means to achieve professionalism.

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Subcultures / Casuals

Nice read on Grailed: ‘Football Fashion And Casuals: Sportswear's Globalization And Normalization’.

A badge of honour

‘There’s been a perpetual debate about which firm birthed the casual movement, but most agree that it was either Manchester United’s Perry Boys or Liverpool’s Scousers. Livepool’s fans, though, are probably the ones who deserve most of the credit. The Scousers followed Liverpool for continental matches in the mid-to-late ’70s and came across a host of foreign brands worn by fans on the continent. It became a badge of honor for them to bring these then-unheard of brands back to the U.K. and they spent the days before matches wandering the streets of Milan, Paris and whichever other European cities they found themselves in, to unearth brands like C.P. Company, Sergio Tacchini, Stone Island, Fila, Diadora, Ellesse, Lacoste and L’Alpina. Occasionally this quest for ‘continental fashion’ bordered on madness; Peter Hooton recalled Liverpool fans scouring Paris for The Adidas Center, which reportedly sold trainers unavailable anywhere else… they never found it. It was a myth. I don't think it ever existed, said Hooton to The Herald but by the Monday morning, all the shops in Paris had either shut or they had bouncers on the door.’

Working class gents

‘Robert Elms, a Queen’s Park Rangers fan and fashion journalist explained the sociological aspect in his book The Way We Wore, when recounting an Away Day at Coventry City. “Some of Coventry City’s top boys were sporting Fila, which had been the business, but had gone out of fashion in London at least a month before,” recalled Elms. “Instead of launching ourselves at them, we were lambasting them for sartorial tardiness.”‘

Fred Perry

‘Even British-bred Fred Perry, a brand founded and named after an iconic tennis player, was appropriated by the terraces, with London-based West Ham diehards inundating Lilywhite’s with requestsfor Hammers-colored tipping on the brand’s polos — today, the duotone piping has become a hallmark of the brand.‘

On the subject, see ‘A British Icon – The Fred Perry Shirt’.

‘It’s impossible to start a discussion on brand consumption amongst subcultures, without mentioning the sporting tennis brand, Fred Perry. Few brands have been accepted by as many generations of Britain’s well-dressed youth subcultures, as Fred Perry has. From the Mods, to Northern Soul, to Punk and Ska, Fred Perry has been at the forefront of British street style and the music chosen by young people to express themselves for over 50 years.‘

‘In a recent series on Fredperrysubculture.com, Paul Gorman described the shirt as the “absolute pinnacle of design. Simple yet complex. A really wonderful piece of sportswear that moves into fashion so easily, it’s hard to find a piece of clothing like it.”It wasn’t until 1957 when West Ham football supporters petitioned the famous retailer Lilywhites to adopt the colours of their club into the shirt, that the ‘twin tipped’ polo was born.‘

Italian sophistication

‘As the casual trend grew stronger throughout the ’80s, new brands were added to the fray: outerwear brands like C.P. Company and Stone Island became mainstays on the terraces, in part because of their distinct look—C.P. Company’s goggles and Stone Island’s compass badge—but also out of necessity, with a good chunk of the English season taking place over the winter. The two Massimo Osti-run companies were discovered during away days in Italy, with Aberdeen and Liverpool fans drawing inspiration from the Paninaro look popularized by Milanese youth who meshed vintage Americana with flashy Italian loungewear and spent their evenings hanging out at panini shops. The C.P. goggles and Stoney badges were instantly recognizable back in Britain and inspired awe. Vice journalist Clive Martin recalls “going to Chelsea matches more and more, [and starting to notice] it on a lot of the guys, and you get a little bit older and start going to pubs, you notice that it's a brand with certain connotations…It almost looks like everyone that wears it works for the same company or something like that. It's a signifier.” Quickly, too, the badges and goggles became signifiers for the police, who began targeting Stone Island-wearing fans.’

Away from the numbers / Social climbing / Redemption 

‘“The casuals follow a tradition that's always been there in British working-class fashion,” explained Anthony Teasdale, editor of Umbrella magazine, to Bleacher Report, “which is wearing clothes that take you above your allotted station in life. It [says] ‘I'm better than where I'm from, I'm wearing what they wear.’” That, coupled with a desire to continue to bring foreign brands back home after Away Days saw the likes of Armani, Ralph Lauren, Paul & Shark and Prada join British designers Burberry and Aquascutum as the dominant labels on the terraces. The sartorial shift wasn’t coordinated, per se, recalled one former casual who “showed up one week in Tacchini, feeling proud of [the] label and seeing three top boys come round the corner in Burberry jackets, wearing deerstalker hats and carrying walking sticks, and [realised] Tacchini was over. Instantly.”

Despite the expensive threads, though, the casuals still clung to their tribalistic and territorial violence—there was something ironic about men in thousand dollar outfits throwing haymakers at one another and parading through the streets of foreign cities with makeshift weapons. Eventually “the companies whose labels they sported, such as Stone Island, just wished they would go away,” argued Stuart Cosgrove, a British television executive and football fan; even Burberry, a British label, couldn’t be carried at Selfridges in the late-’90s because of the stigma associated with the brand.’

Normalising male interest in fashion 

‘The fact that the casuals had incorporated fashion with their unquestionable machismo is what allowed for the brands they brought back to penetrate the mainstream and be adopted by others. “Saturday afternoons on the terraces were like catwalks for the working classes,” recalled noted Blackburn casual, and current adidas Spezial head Gary Aspden; it helped normalize male interest in fashion. By the ’90s, the casual movement had ambassadors in popular culture, with the likes of Liam Gallagher having been raised on the terraces ultimately wearing the casual uniform on stage when they performed.’

The anti-mob logic of the new mob

‘The emergence of brands in Britain also boosted their popularity in other countries, furthering the spread of fashion throughout the European continent as visiting fans from Germany, Switzerland, Holland and Russia took note of the casuals’ style and emulated it back home. “At first, they laughed at me,” recalled Swiss casual Lebemann about returning home from England decked out in designer garb. “The mob was unfamiliar with this kind of well-groomed appearance at that time.” (My note - this is quite surprising, as historically the “bad guy”, the villain, always dresses well. Brands rode the notoriety of their wearers to spread across Europe, from Manchester to Moscow, to the point where, today, their logos carry deep social connotations that know no borders among football fans.’

The unexpected pioneer of street wear

‘They were unexpected, coincidental pioneers in the uniquely contemporary globalization of fashion, unafraid to sport a brand that had yet to pop off in their home country. They were risk takers and influencers, and can lay claim to inspiring the arm of British menswear that’s the diametric opposite of the nation’s signature Savile Row tailoring.’

Another interesting read about Stone Island: ‘Tracing Stone Island’s legacy with the brand’s biggest fan’.

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Black Rage

Black Rage

“To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious, is to be in a rage almost all the time. So the first part of the problem is how to control the rage so that it won’t destroy you. Part of the rage is this: it isn’t only what is happening to you, but it’s what’s happening around you all of the time, in the face of the most extraordinary and criminal indifference, the indifference and ignorance of most white people in this country.”  -  James Baldwin

Walking down the 14th Street corridor, you’d never think that this area of town was partially destroyed in a riot, you have high-end cycling centers to high-end athletic shops right next door, places like; soulcycle, lululemon, and high-end coffee shops like Wyndown and high rises. This neighbourhood oozes with money, charm, with all the trends of modern luxury. What we know from history was that the riots of 1968 started on April 4th less than two hours after the national news wires reported the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. Author and Professor of Ethics Studies Kwame Holmes states in his report “Beyond the Flames” that it started when an unidentified black youth threw a brick into People’s Drug store which was located on the corner of 14th and U. Men and women, gay and straight, black and white alike all taking part in one of the oldest professions in history, prostitution. With racial disparity running high, police officers inability to clean up the neighbourhood, targeting ethnic minorities, leaning on historical concepts of discrimination. There’s a huge power struggle in this neighbourhood. There’s a rage from injustice. Cops trying to segregate the sex workers and customers. Black heteromasculinity clashes with the underground gay community. Society can never progress without white people acknowledging their unbelievable actions and their dangerous and evil behaviors, that persist even today. Their power reaches places that nowadays are almost impossible to break through, but that was their goal and their focus when a lot of society was trying to move towards love, they're hate could not be apparent, they had to lurk and murder. The history of the U.S. is riddled with such violence and depravity, it comes as no surprise that today police murder on camera and walk away free. It hasn’t even been a century since Billie Holiday sang about “Strange Fruit,” and lynchings carried on for decades after it’s release. In August of this year, an 8 year old biracial child was pushed off of a picnic table after a couple of white teens tied a rope around his neck, after assaulting him with stones and sticks, and talks of “white supremacy.” Fortunately, Quincy survived, even though the Police Chief from Claremont, NH, has stated that the white teens involved in his attempted murder  “need to be protected.” He also stating that: “we don’t want things to follow kids throughout their life,” as the 8 year old child is suffering from night terrors from this trauma. Racism continues because history was not expressed by those who suffered, their true pain and suffering never acknowledged or rectified. The white man took charge of the telling of pain, trauma, and suffering through the rape, murder, enslavement, abduction, and torture of People of Color. For a short time between the 70s-90s, it nearly faded into obscurity only to adapt as an evil lurking in the shadows, and not in plain sight as it once did. Through systematic political, economic, and societal powerhouses, the white people did not change their despicable views.  They merely adapted their control on PoC in ways that were difficult to bring down; laws, education, healthcare, law enforcement, gentrification, society as a whole. During the 60s in the neighborhood of Shaw in DC, “rebellions” were carried out as they attempted to dismantle the cruel and unusual punishment and treatment of black people. The wordings of “riots” brands the people who are rioting as in the wrong, angry, irrational, and acts of “random violence.” Words carry immense weight, and the use of “riot” branded a portion of a population’s attempts to make their voices heard as violent lunatics, angry for nothing. The word “riot” helped enforce a notion that “black people are congenitally unfit for citizenship” (Holmes, 306). “The political and juridical institutions designed to respond to citizen concerns in the United states are incapable of registering, let alone responding to, black people’s pain” (Holmes, 307). The “rebellions” were called “riots” as a successful attempt to discredit and vilify protesters who were angry at the transgenerational racism them and their families have been subjected to their entire lives. People of color were crammed into buildings in their community where the majority of buildings were owned by white people. The white people took away privacy & sanity, by offering inadequate housing, which was continued segregation between “white suburbs and black ghettos.” (Holmes, 311) White people were incentivized to ownership of land and buildings, while black people were forced to live in tight quarters forever paying rent and having no guarantee of safety or laws that protected them (Holmes, 311). A Greek “slumlord” owned 75% of the Shaw neighborhood’s property. He and his associates took advantage of black people and the government’s federal loans designed for the rehabilitation of the inner city. Had the government monitored and cared about these people, they would have quickly seen things were not how they ought to be, but as we know this country does as it pleases, and those loans may have been a smoke screen to countless illegal activities. Gentrification comes to mind when reading about “The Plan” (Holmes, 319). Definitely doesn’t seem unlikely that the district had aimed for a mass exodus of black people by 2000. The small living spaces also made it difficult for families to have peace and privacy, by “warping marital sexual relations … into deviance that reproduces the culture of poverty among black children” (Holmes, 313). “Black entrepreneurs, be they gay or straight, took advantage of general disinterest in the maintenance of black heteronormativity and fulfilled the needs of the sexual marketplace that was allowed to flourish with shaw- even as their establishments contributed to the decline of shaw’s reputation and animated black anger about white exploitations” (Holmes, 318). Police brutality took hold in numerous ways, first the white officers did not feel their job was to protect all life, only that of fellow whites, and second they saw black men as competition, and black and white women as theirs to assault and abuse. The threat from black men over ownership of white women’s bodies was too great, and they resorted to violence to subdue it. Assaults took place primarily because of “competing male heterosexualities” (Holmes, 310) and the conflicting feelings of “policemen’s proprietary relationship to the women on 14th St NW” (Holmes, 309). Women have long since been a bargaining tool, a body meant to be owned and sold, used and abused. The LGBTQ community hasn’t been treated much better, cast aside and painting LGBTQ people as suffering with a “sickness of the mind” (Holmes, 312). Police use excessive force, power, evil to tangle a person so far into the depths of hell, that they cannot escape, that is if they aren’t shot and killed first. The story of Kalief Browder, a 16 year old boy, is gut-wrenching and infuriating. An innocent young black boy who was incarcerated for a 3 year period, much of it spent in solitary confinement on Rikers Island, having never been given a trial or been convicted of a crime, all based on false testimony and allegations. He recounted much of his experiences to Journalist Jennifer Gonnerman. Two years after his release, Kalief hung himself at the age of 22, having learned how to kill himself from his time on Rikers Island. Black rage remains a muted, unresolved reality and a timely analysis of people in crisis. Understanding the origin and continuing reality of Black rage is vital for developing sustainable alternatives to the stubborn second-class status of Black people in this country. Hatred of Blacks has been so deeply bound up with being an American that it has been one of the first things white people learn and one of the last things white people forget. Such feelings have been elevated to a position of national character. This is exactly why “Black Lives Matter” needs to be shouted from the rooftops, black and brown children and people, need to know they matter! For 400+ years the HISTORY of murders, abductions, disappearances, rapes, brutality, injustice across all aspects of their lives points to the exact opposite.

“14th Street Washington, DC, dark, dim underground where the hustlers meet and the whores prey on whitey’s sexual hang-up and walk away with his wallet and on occasion his life.”

    - Isaac Ruffin

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The 30 Things I Learned By The Age Of 30

My make an effort to convey the understanding Ive acquired previously 3 decades, has shown to be tougher than initially anticipated. It was not simply dependent on listing a number of learning, but prioritising deciding on probably the most critical ones, which have created a lengthy-lasting imprint on me and also have formed my persona in the manner people and that i recognise it today.

Captured, I visited the greatest mosaic museum on the planet known as the Zeugma museum in Gaziantep, Poultry. I recall on that day, after i lurched among the traditional ruins gloriously erected, I almost felt like travelling back in its history. Every mosaic told a tale every coloured stone symbolized an instalment, that when put together, recreated an entire era.

When I was approaching 30, a cascade of questions and solutions was triggered within my mind. What have I learned previously 3 decades? Have I learned anything more? I reflected, dug up hidden recollections, relived vivid souvenirs, so that they can recreate the mosaic of my very own existence.

1. Things are transient.

Like lots of people, I increased up believing in eternity. Eternal existence, eternal love, and eternal happiness are the eternals I aspired to achieve. Whether instigated by religion or fear, eternity is really a myth, a phantom we secretly nurture within the shadows in our ideas, wishing itll become real eventually. This is exactly what my recurring losses helped me understand. My existence occasions were really like waves where I surfed, just for a short while. All of them hit my inner shores eventually, and disappeared within the sands of my recollections. Several things remained, yes, however they weren’t exactly the same again. Things are temporary. Dont you believe?

2. The grass isnt greener on the other hand.

We spend a lot of our time wanting to have what we should do not have. If there exists a garden, get married want a forest, and there exists a forest, get married want a jungle, and when there exists a jungle, well, get married want an outdoor. We believe that other bands life is better. We believe their moon is definitely full as well as their stars will always be better. I personally, wasn’t safe from this type of demeanour. But oh how mistaken we’re! Dont we all know that everyone has an encumbrance to hold, that people each one is soldiers of existence fighting a fight nobody knows of? I learned to invest time watering my inner garden and sowing my very own seeds. In the end, our vegetation is all prone to droughts and worms, regardless of by which land they grow. Grass is grass.

3. The ego is really a weapon of mass destruction.

I increased in a culture that constantly attempts to prove itself. Held in challenging between conservatism and liberalism, we constantly look for a name that defines us, and reclaim the lost bits of ourselves scattered between your East and also the West. This can be more pronounced within my culture compared to others, however i dare say it is not uncommon to anybody. Dont all of us attempt to prove ourselves in lots of ways? Dont everybody wants to demonstrate we exist? This really is known as ego. A dominating energy that reflects our need to impose, conquer, overtake, and win. I personally, fell prey to my ego many occasions. Pride, arrogance, and pretension are signs and symptoms of the magnified I and major hurdles to achieving ones full potential. Our ego destroys us, destroys others, and blinds us. I learned to become more humble, more loving, to compromise, and also to forgive. In a nutshell, I learned to determine more with me for it is just using the heart that you can see appropriately what’s essential is invisible towards the eye.

4. Kindness is really a weapon of mass construction.

Are we able to all recall a period when weve been mistreated? It takes place nearly anywhere: at the office, in your own home, around the roads, as well as in our social circles. Doesnt it? Mistreatment is a kind of violence that fuels the demons of revenge laying dormant beneath our ego. Our reactions frequently mention similar amounts of anger, abuse, and harshness. Ive done that the couple of occasions, until I finally learned to target your product more frequently. Being kind one of the baby wolves is neither cowardice nor weakness, as our ego falsely signifies. Kindness is really a weapon of mass construction, the best expression of maturity and knowledge. It rebuilds the dismantled bits of love, restores ones dignity, and soothes the hardest emotional wounds. Visiting consider it, kindness happens to be rewarding in my experience and it has always done me justice. So regardless of how strong the need to harm or destroy another may be, I learned to allow kindness prevail, because its only then that i’m a champion.

5. Locating a lifetime partner isn’t a pre-requisite for happiness.

We reside in a world where finding our spouse is regarded as essential, a supreme goal by itself. The majority of us recognize the eternal symphony and it is traditional movements sang everywhere: locating the (right) one, marriage, and getting children. While with a this can be a secret recipe for happiness, in my experience its known as noise, an annoying resonance without anyone’s knowledge. I learned how to disregard it. Actually, I realized which i met many ones, but these were okay. Simply because they didnt stay, doesnt mean these were wrong. With time, I learned to write my very own sonata and produced different movements. I known as them self-sufficiency, autonomy, freedom, and independence. I’m each one of these four. I’m grounded. I’m proud.

6. Happiness hides in tiny problems.

After I was more youthful, I produced a picture of myself at age 30 that is today a black and white-colored picture resting within the album of my memory. I stored it there purposefully to help remind me of methods far I had been from reality. All of the expectations and hopes I’d for which a contented existence appears like were just a fantasy. For the reason that photo, I had been posing having a husband and three children, all whom I havent met yet. My existence today is basically traditional. It doesnt meet our societys minimum standards of the happy existence. But oh how wealthy I’m! How free and lucky I’m to see adventures unusual and moments of infinite pleasure! I discovered happiness in tiny problems: within the corners of coffee houses, in a single type of a magazine, in greeting a destitute, in exchanging a grin having a stranger, in wandering in an exceedingly old castle. We do not need to follow along with the norms. We do not need be conventional. Browse around! Happiness hides in tiny problems.

7. Things are poisonous, there is nothing poisonous, it’s all dependent on dose.

This learning dates back to my chemistry class in class. I did not know in those days that it is a philosophy I ought to apply in every aspect of my existence. It’s known as moderation, an important component in my equilibrium. Moderation for each other, in fun, in ambitions, brings inner peace even going to probably the most turbulent souls. It’s stored me solidly grounded and stable. I notice that almost all people find it difficult to keep things in balance and therefore are very likely towards extreme opposing rods. They either come with an overdose of all things or choose not to taste anything. This really is possibly why my pace can’t be synchronised using the majority. My irritation doesnt originate from the things they say or do, but exactly how frequently they are saying the things they say or attempt what they are doing. An excessive amount of love can suffocate, while not enough love can result in starvation. I learned to like sufficient, have some fun sufficient, cry sufficient, and become sufficient.

8. Persistence is really a virtue.

I’m an impatient person. I live more later on compared to present. My imagination is definitely racing as time passes. I paint images of the flowers thatll grow next spring. I’ve found waiting to be really hard. Irrrve never got accustomed to its bitterness. I believe waiting is probably the heaviest burden borne through the spirit. Yet, waiting is inevitable. Searching back inside my existence, I understand that the great stuff that became of me found an effective solution after lengthy periods of waiting. It is a fact these periods were intercepted with bouts of eagerness, however they were developed, formed, and polished by persistence. The questions that when tormented me about love, friendship, careers, self-worth yet others, all found their solutions within my persistence. It may be true in the end so good things arrived at individuals who wait.

9. Top quality relationships matter.

This can be a little scientific but research has proven so good quality relationships are connected with better health outcomes, which is not only health. Loneliness for example increases the chance of depression and it is connected having a lower existence expectancy. The findings from the Harvard Study of Adult Development lately presented on TEDx confirmed an old knowledge everyone knows. The research viewed the lives of individuals for more than 75 many figured that good relationships stop us more happy and healthier. I learned to nurture the relationships I’ve, to safeguard and safeguard them. I still dislike the abundance of individuals within my existence. I do not have neither time, nor energy, nor hunger to gather buddies and acquaintances. I’m just happy and grateful using the couple of ones I’ve.

10. We accept the romance we believe we deserve.

Approximately Ive heard for many years not understanding what this signifies exactly. Ive recognized mistreatments many occasions. I wept because of it many occasions. Yet Ive built the same choices repeatedly. So why do we re-engage, again and again, in encounters that when made us suffer? Today the solution may come as clearly as always: because we dont think we deserve better. With time, I learned to understand myself, value myself, respect myself, love myself, and it is only then, only if I saw how worthy I’m, that my choices grew to become rightful, healthier, nurturing, and enriching. I actually do deserve a great existence. You do too. I actually do should be loved. You do too. I actually do should be treated well. You do too. Today, I’ll never accept anything less. Which means you will.

11. Studying is definitely an antidote to mediocrity.

Possibly for this reason the world is mediocre. I had been oblivious towards the miraculous results of books for many years until I’d my very own space. I stepped in to the mystical realm of books and enjoyed swimming within an sea made from ink with waves made from ideas. Each time I open a magazine, Personally i think like lifting a curtain from my soul. And each time I close a magazine, I understand that i’m a measure nearer to myself. I found that studying cures loneliness, solutions our most complex questions, transcends distance and time, and unites us with humanity, history, space, and also the future.

12. Many people are hungry for love.

Have you been verbally or emotionally mistreated? Well, I’ve. Although me hasn’t become safe from negativity, hurtful language, unkindness, and cruel conduct, Ive learned something which eventually altered my perception towards such absolutely common behaviours. I have faith that behind every negative comment, every wounding word, every insensitive gesture, there’s somebody who hasnt been loved enough. Exactly what a pity! The number of people crave to become loved yet never admit so! The possible lack of love should have produced a massive painful void within the soul. In my opinion everyone has a bird inside ourselves. When loved enough, the bird flaps its wings and fly. So when not, it uses its beak to eliminate. Things I learned, would be to always do my favorite to like that bird.

13. Silence is healing.

Possibly for this reason the world is really ill. My culture loves noise. Laughs are loud, greetings are loud, farewells are loud, everything howls. There’s surely grounds why many people hide behind the noise. Will we know what it’s? I believe to prevent silence. Alone, people can hear themselves and theyre very frequently scared to pay attention. Silence is sort of a stream of freshwater running within the spirit, and filling the cracks produced by noise having a soothing tranquility. Silence heals, clears up confusions, rectifies prejudices, brushes from the remains of uncertainty, and brings people nearer to one another. I learned to hear the seem of silence. Silence is really a story teller, a counsellor, along with a friend.

14. Between love and hate, indifference may be the worst.

There’s nothing worse than being stuck inside a condition of nothingness. A condition in which you feel neither hot nor cold, neither excited nor tired, neither interested nor bored, neither happy nor sad, neither calm nor angry. You float inside a vacuum that is filled with oxygen yet without any existence, filled with space, yet without any freedom, filled with silence, yet without any peace. Will we exist simply because the problem creating your body is alive? Or does existence exceed the problem, beyond survival, where the soul vibrates, sings, loves and hates all simultaneously? I exist after i love, after i hate. I exist since i feel. Indifference is dying.

15. A job is simply a job.

A lot of us operate in jobs it normally won’t like. We invest a lot of our time, mental, intellectual and emotional energy at work. We project our whole being and obtain compensated for this in the finish from the month. At the office we like, we envy, we seek attention, we yell, we agonise, we bare burdens, because many of us are humans wherever we’re. However, we frequently neglect to recognise that everyone has potentials past the work we all do, the task we perform, and also the salary we obtain. Employment is simply a job. We’re even more than that. Many people think I’m able to alter the world because Im a humanitarian worker. It normally won’t realize that Ive altered the planet a lot more outdoors my job: in your own home, on the telephone, inside a pub, in in person conversations, in coffee breaks, within my dreams. My job is simply a job and i’m even more than that.

16. Its never far too late to alter a existence path.

The conviction our existence path is sort of a ladder we have to climb requires a very straight line method of existence, a trail that can take you against One place to another inside a straight line. The truth however is extremely different. Many lines intersect, bend, elongate, as well as shrink to almost only a point. This is the way my existence continues to be to date. An elaborate geometry with multiple beginning points, endings, parallels, and spirals. As Im continuing to move forward, unwrapping my inner gifts and starting to warm up within my passion flames, Im finding who I truly am and just what I truly want. Now i realize that basically awaken eventually and choose to stop, I’ll quit. Its never far too late to veer, never far too late to alter directions. I it’s still carrying out a line, a line that me will draw, and that i know, insidewithin all, this line won’t be straight line.

17. Every the truth is wrong, every the truth is right.

Individuals are a mix of rainbows and water. A variety of mellow colours that will get either diluted or saturated with values, opinions, perceptions, and attitudes, throughout the path of their lives. This eclectic nature to be engenders multiple realities which are faithfully recognized by its creators, by us. People have realities that appear to be to them but wrong to other people, acceptable for them but dejected by others. Ive requested myself: why is yet another right compared to other? What truth can there be when all facts hold in keeping with one individual a minimum of? I found that everything could be right and everything could be wrong. The treatment depends on whos knowing.

18. Promises are simpler damaged than satisfied.

I learned to vow absolutely nothing to nobody. Why would I invest in the next that falls completely outdoors of my control? We frequently underestimate the strength of words stated today not realising that theyll have a big responsibility tomorrow. We enjoy playing methods using the future by imagining it, fantasising about this, creating and re-allowing the finish results. After which what goes on when its there? Thanks for visiting the land of disappointments! Our promises are words that point at random and playfully rearranges until another chapter is created, another meaning is fathomed and also the promise is totally damaged.

19. We’re more fragile than we believe.

You will find moments in existence when everything appears to become all right, once the forces of nature appear to become directed for the center maintaining an account balance, an equilibrium. Then out of the blue, from the tender placidity in our being, increases a turbulent whirlwind: breakdowns in relationships, divorces, deaths, rejections, disappointments Moods begin to swing, ideas dismantle, concepts collapse, promises break, infidelities erupt, so we lose balance. The self-portrait we once colored that demonstrated an invincible persona, all of a sudden loses these very traits among the transformation in our existence occasions. Then we remember how fragile we’re. We remember how delicate orchids could be. We remember that we’re breakable. We remember, the intolerable lightness of (our) being.

20. Concepts must only be forged with experience.

I learned never to bind myself to some principle by which I havent tested my temptations yet. This realisation came once i broke many concepts I remember when i thought are unshakable. Ive learned to eliminate and rebuild my concepts with experience. As time passes, I learned to calibrate the right amounts of right and wrong, those that I judge as acceptable in my experience. I forged new methods for thinking. I defined my values. And it is only then, which i could articulate what my concepts are.

21. Some chaos is essential.

I originate from a culture adorned by chaos. Even our breathes are chaotic and lack rhythm. You are able to argue its pollution I believe its fear. 2 yrs ago, I became a member of a culture that loves discipline. Things are very newly made: the roads, a persons behaviours, not to mention The Machine. Getting experienced the 2 sides from the discipline gold coin, I deducted that some chaos is essential. It boosts creativeness, gives ample space that people think, to do something differently, to generate different solutions. Tough rules, systemisation, policies, and automation would be the opponents of creativeness. Chaos is symbolic of existence. You’ll want chaos inside you to provide birth to some dancing star. Now we all know why each time I consider the sky, all I see are shooting stars.

22. Magic is real.

Do you experience feeling at occasions our world talks to us inside a mysterious code that we’re not able to fathom right into a obvious language? The greater the year progresses, the greater I’ve found myself searching in the world with reverence and awe. How small we’re within this infinite world! Were finite entities within an infinite world! It is true that people arrived at a good degree of understanding in cosmology, physics, mathematics, and biology, yet there are plenty of things we still have no idea. Our world is outstanding! How about the notions of future, serendipity, significant coincidences, synchronicities? My existence continues to be filled with such mysterious occasions. In my opinion in magic. In my opinion magic is real.

23. Whether it doesnt feel right, then it’s wrong.

We sometimes choose to move within our existence. We elect to simply do it now, because everything around us informs us its right. We believe and re-think concerning the whole scenario, analyse it, link the reasons towards the effects, but, regardless of how coherent and logical all of the data appears to become, something (inexplicable) leaves us worried and doubtful. Will it seem familiar? Well, it’s certainly in my experience! I’d describe this something like a tickle within my heart, just a little vibration within my beats unusual. And That I feel it, regardless of how low the regularity is. I learned to believe my intuition and listen more to my inner voice. I found that its the one which informs the reality.

24. Sometimes, when walking you’re ready to move ahead.

Throughout my walk of existence, there have been occasions after i stopped for any (lengthy) while and permitted me to land, beat harder, and obtain attached. Get mounted on what? To individuals, objects, places, comfort zones After which I acquired stuck. This is exactly what attachments do, dont you believe? They wreck havoc on space and time dimensions, disorient us, and then leave us lost inside a circle dancing tango alone! Sometimes, its only when walking away that people can re-established our space and time coordinates. It requires time, courage, along with a strong will to allow go, but eventually, the show must continue.

25. Art is really a language we ought to learn.

It required me time for you to comprehend the language of art. Much like silence, art includes a healing power. Painting, writing, dancing, sculpting, all speak an identical language: the word what of beauty, spirituality, and existence. Museums in my experience are just like sacred temples. Fortunate are the pious who bow with admiration to the good thing about art! Let’s stand still and marvel in the strategies of a painting! Let’s permit the silence in colours brush-off the noises within our heads! A global without art is sort of a desert without sand: lonely and incomplete. So let’s rejoice!

26. It’s how it’s.

Why do you consider heaven is blue? Why the shades don’t have any smell? Why the sounds can’t be seen? Well, since it is how it’s. How frequently will we find ourselves lost within the maze of existence occasions, being unsure of the why and how, the reason and also the effect? We have seen people die every single day without no reason. We have seen people split up, marry, be sad, laugh, fall, fully stand up so we just have no idea why and how. As time progresses, we accept to reside with this particular mystery. We believe that some questions don’t have any solutions. Actually, we accept silence to become our perfect solution. A cigar is simply a cigar, which is all we have to know.

27. Its not necessary lots of money to become happy.

In situation we havent observed yet, many of us are slaves of consumerism. Income generating keeps climbing the ladder in our priorities, less by readiness as by sheer necessity. I acknowledge we all do take some money to reside a good existence where our rents are covered, our bills are compensated, our meals are provided, or perhaps our travels plans are guaranteed. However when I browse around me and then try to understand the unhappiness in peoples eyes, such things as low self-worth, anxiety about closeness, a desire to become understood, a have to be loved, a requirement to become recognised, a dissatisfaction using the present, a shyness to exhibit the actual self, a wish to bond using the other Theyre everything that cant be purchased by money yet are must be happy.

28. That which you resist persists.

Sometimes, when our emotional buttons are pressed because of say, dying of the closed one, rejection with a partner, or perhaps a tough conversation, we either deny or confront individuals very bitter and acidic feelings bubbling inside ourselves. But dont you are feeling its sometimes larger than you? Dont you are feeling it does not matter how you strive to get rid of that bitterness, the after taste remains lengthy following the incident? I learned to neither deny nor confront, but to embrace. I learned to embrace my sadness and accept it, until sadness itself dissolves within the warmth from the embrace, and finally, evaporates.

29. We’re good naturally but corrupted by society.

This can be a philosophy by J.J. Rousseau that goes back towards the 1700s. I’m a believer from it. In my opinion individuals are born good, until they become layer makers. Exactly what a masquerade we reside in! Individuals have become too busy building and embellishing their layers: layers of power, fear, hesitation, take your pick. Its an enormous amount of fake smiles instead of genuine tears. A global where praise is articulated within the most polite and formal manner, instead of through eyes sparkling with admiration. People learned how you can breathe behind masks. I found that the planet around use is a fantasy.

30. My 30 training are basically static.

I’m a flower that withers within the wind, blooms under the sun, hides within the snow, dies within the desert. My existence is a cycle of seasons that is inconsistent, every occasionally. If the is true, then how do i not change, transform, mutate, collapse, get restored, almost constantly? When the world is dynamic, infinitely expanding and contracting, then how do i not dance by using it? How do i take everything I distributed to you as static? My 30 training are basically static. They’ll change, transform, mutate, collapse, get restored, almost constantly. Captured, I visited the greatest mosaic museum on the planet. Now I recall the mosaics I loved probably the most, would be the people that are partially erased, those whose colours happen to be partially altered. Theyre those that have bore the traces of your time. Now we all know that in another 3 decades, this really is how my mosaic is going to be.

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