Existential Thoughts - Tumblr Posts
Strength doesn’t come from what you can do. It comes from overcoming the things you once thought you couldn’t.
All my life I thought I had eternity, now I know I just have now, and tomorrow isn't promised, while adjusting to that huge scary thought, I realized all that matters is love. It's my job to love people, to treat them with kindness and respect always, and to always strive to let love lead everything I do 💜🏳️🌈
Sad cats for the existential dread of Sunday
"We're all like Atlas-- holding up a piece of our very own sky."
- excerpt from a book I'll never write
Yeah you're right. It WOULD be pretty fucked up if you were a swan but you were raised by ducks and you grew up never seeing another swan or even knowing that such a thing as a swan even existed so you just thought you were a duck with something super wrong with it.
That makes… a shocking amount of sense, I don’t know how I’ve never seen that brought up before lol. Wow
i was thinking about how vampires are often surrounded by candles for aesthetic reasons but then i considered that they might also light candles because it's the closest they can get to experiencing the warmth and light of the sun and got so upset that i had to go outside and stare off into the distance with my hands behind my back for a while
The Ship of Theseus is a story of a ship which, over time, has part after part replaced. By the end, 100% of the original ship's pieces have been replaced. The paradox begs the question of whether it is still the same ship.
The Ship of Theseus is a story of a ship which has its pieces replaced one after another. By the end, every single piece of the original ship has changed. The paradox asks if this is the same ship.
The Ship of Theseus tells the allegory of a ship whose crew are replaced one at a time. Eventually every single crewmate has been swapped for a new one. No one left knows what the carved initials in the mast mean. The paradox wonders whether the ship is still the same ship.
The Ship of Theseus refers to a company which has experienced complete turnover and rebranding. The query wishes to know if it is still the same company. The debtors are asking.
The Ship of Theseus is about a family. The original constituents are dead now, replaced by younger generations which have dispersed, found love, married and gained new names. No one is Theseus anymore. No one remembers the bones. But the genes never forget. Who is the family now?
The Ship of Theseus is you, shed of all the cells which first made you. They're stardust again. You'll be stardust many times over. Who are you?
The Ship of Theseus is me. All my words have changed. Who do I get to be now?
I love it when people tell me about me because I have no idea who I am
“the arts and sciences are completely separate fields that should be pitted against each other” the overlap of the arts and sciences make up our entire perceivable reality they r fucking on the couch
food memories will always stick with you in a way that makes you sick to your stomach with longing for something that was once and never will be again even if you eat the exact same dish again because it’s a different city and a different you eating it and you can never ever go back
“The daily routine of most adults is so heavy and artificial that we are closed off to much of the world. We have to do this in order to get our work done. I think one purpose of art is to get us out of those routines. When we hear music or poetry or stories, the world opens up again. We’re drawn in — or out — and the windows of our perception are cleansed, as William Blake said. The same thing can happen when we’re around young children or adults who have unlearned those habits of shutting the world out.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin
“When you arise in the morning think of what a privilege it is to be alive, to think, to enjoy, to love.”
— Marcus Aurelius
“Don’t you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don’t know a soul?”
— Haruki Murakami
someone said we had more fun in childhood because we didnt have any past memories to linger on and it has stuck with me ever since
Two things I hold close to my heart as simultaneous truths:
To create art is a beautiful, holy act that connects us across time, space, and experience. To make art is human. To make art is divine. Art is as vital to humanity as breathing, eating, and clean water.
You don't have to know a single goddamn thing about art in order to make it, society should stop being weird and pretentious about it, artists are not a special secret class of people who know secret forbidden wisdom, materials for art can come from anywhere, literally anything can be art if you put intent into it, and dear lord the art world is full of people who need to sit down and rediscover the simple joy of a toddler with fingerpaints for the first time.
There's something interesting about the absence of existence.
I came into this world and I'm not allowed to leave. Why is living so difficult? And why is death so ironic?
I wish I wasn't so hungry all the time. And I'm not talking about physical nourishment.
hey yall wanna hear a weird existential dream I had?
Who am i kidding of course you do:
"In the depth of the void, the faintest light pulses into existence. It sits, twinkling, before another does the same, both increasing in brightness. Sparkling in a chain reaction, reality is created entirely by chance, a chance that was so minimal it was entirely negligible. But it happened.Life is created, stories happen, people live and love. But then it starts... dissolving. Shapes and colors begin to fade, returning to that deep midnight blue of the world before. They shrink into stars, tiny and shimmering before they loose their light too. With them, only the vague shillouette of a being remains. They're smiling sadly, with that deep bittersweet feeling of someone who knows a story will end, even after all the good that's happened. One by one, the stars go. until there's two left, dancing together for the last time. The being nods in acceptance, letting their form softly dissolve amongst the two. One goes faint, and fades. The last is left, gently pulsing, dimmer and dimmer in the absolute abyss. Creation replays in reverse, light going darker as it fades into the deep blue. That blue goes black once again."
... I have a lot of dreams where I'm at the edge/end/beginning of the universe like this. It's always an indescribable atmosphere.