Meaning Of Life - Tumblr Posts
Less than a moment I find us all so very small, we shoulder our way to the front of life, with shoulders back and fists clenched tight. but the truth is we are nothing but dust motes, caught in singular streams of light. Take a moment in your day to remember that life is bound to decay, even the stars in all their ancient splendour have joined an older lighter surrender.
I had a dream two days ago.
In my dream there was a man crouched beside a tree stump. His presence was a calming one and his demeanour that of a teacher, he reached forward and from the centre of the tree stump lifted a sort of heart. This was not a flesh and blood heart, but a heart nonetheless. With this stange heart in his hands he turned to me and said
"The map to the heart of life, lies insides the inner layers of the very heart itself, but the journey must be taken without bringing the heart along"
My interpretation of this is that the key to life is to strip oneself of ego and individuality, to simply exsist as a life form no different than a plant or bug. To sit and experience life as just a part of life, not a conqueror of it. A reminder that we are a collective. Sometimes your human biais can cloud you to true meaning.
But then again perhaps I am clouded.
How do you fall back in love with life?
clean your room. clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders. clean the dishes. sweep. take out the trash. peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them. take a long shower. scrub behind your knees. brush your teeth. (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can. the end result is worth it.)
pull out your notebook. it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while. fuck moleskins. the yellow legal pad will work fine. sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list. count clouds. describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise. sketch the cracks in the walls. note the shape light makes when it enters a space. talk about what the air tastes like, smells like. what sounds are there? even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything. remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail. remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness. your world is fathomless. it has potential.
drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed. it does not need to be fancy. buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions. eat it outside. if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs. take your fucking meds. remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body. your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor. take care of it.
read a novel. underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen. read a novel like it’s poetry. read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious. watch a movie you haven’t seen before. if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one. take your time. let yourself bask. if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.
your chosen family is important. remember, they picked you as much as you picked them. the love has no obligation. it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion. you are not a burden. if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people. when they need you, listen and be gracious. always be gracious. the universe sometimes remembers things like that.
listen to new music. link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that. listen to something that you don’t usually listen to. we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music. we are falling in love again. the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.
allow yourself to indulge in romantics. press flowers in old books. play movies with subtitles and mouth the words. dance in your room. wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public. write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them. write poetry, even awful poetry. revel in its awfulness. eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.
Beauty. I can create some. It hurts - but hell. I need to find some meaning in life. Not like those who enjoy living, who just live and maybe even fear death. If living feels good, you need no reason for it. But if it does not - well, then we need to create beauty.
disco elysium grabbing me by the shoulders: "listen, everything is going to end and it's inevitable so do something beautiful while you still have the time. look at the men playing petanque in the bomb crater, look at the guy composing poetry as he imagines being with his wife and kids. there's a woman making dice in the chimney of an old commercial area. those kids are making music inside of a church. paint a wall, sing karaoke, play board games. everything is going to end but in the meantime something beautiful is going to happen. and maybe even the giant bug is real in the end."
I've solved it!
Fellow fans of The Hitchiker's Guide To The Galaxy: I've solved it! Life, the universe, and everything: Q: What is the air-speed of an unladen swallow? A: 42. (I tripped over my dog in a rush to type this. I hope you appreciate what I do.)
The Root of all evil
The square root of 666*6 divided by six and multiplied by ten (in that order) equals around 42. Also, the 1.74th root (or however you type that) is 42 as well. As we all know, 42 is the answer to life, the universe, and everything. Therefore, the meaning of life is also the root of all evil. Kind of.
i search for the meaning of something i know i don't have the strength of accepting
still trying to find my place in this world...
but when do i know i have reached it?
Smoke and mirrors
The ritual was a success this time! 😁
He didn't put up much of a fight.
Credit to @xxgachagirluwuxx who actually made this and doesn't want to post it for some mysterious reason.
For @latetothegameds.
Sorry.
We drink our wine and wonder why we’re really here What’s the point of even asking? You take the good and bad and make the best of it.
Buildings and Mountains—The Republic Tigers
(via thicketofroses)
“Sunflowers Realize the Absurdity of Life”
One of the most classic SmallComics ever made.
I have never drawn a cuter smile...
sounds familar.......
I wake up and see this miracle! YOU MADE MY DAY! BOX OF LOVE TO THIS PERSON!
A tiny lil thingie for @zowed cause I couldn't get the video from my head didbksksndjdid
sometimes i’m dissociating really hard and i feel like i’m about to fucking astral plane and discover the meaning of life from god’s perspective but then SOMETHING confuses my mind and then the magin train of though is lost
conclusions???