Purpose

Let's begin there. The purpose of this blog is such a general thing because there's no way to narrow down just how much there is to do. Existing is not waking up in the morning and going to bed at night after doing all the basic needs in between. Now it's more intricate; there's more to do on the everyday basis if I want to keep existing. If I want to keep others existing.

There's no way to say I give a shit about the lives of others without sounding arrogant at this point. I've come to resent what I type or even talking to others.
I remember when things were so much simpler.

People will always do things that correspond with their nature, whether they realize it or not. Even the best manipulator will have tells that expose them on a more personal level; people can't wear their masks forever, at some point they'll seek that air they so desperately need. That brief moment is all it takes to witness them, to see the movement in their bodies shift to reveal something more than what we're all given.

How a person dresses, how they express themselves tells you plenty. How they choose to appear to others is just as important in how they choose to appear to themselves. Things are always linked together and so deeply ingrained that sometimes it's hard to see the connections. Have you ever considered why these bloggers have blogs that look the way they do? Why someone will make no effort, while others will make a fuss on their blog's appearance? These details will always matter. Maybe they are trying to tell you something, maybe they are trying to warn you - keep your focus on something. A reminder, perhaps?

A good need to know is that everything is done with a purpose. When things aren't done with a purpose? When there's no reasoning behind it? Look to the person, look into them and find the cause of what was done. Meaningless acts still have an ounce of meaning to them because it will still give you information on the individual which in turn gives further context to the situation. (Not always in that order, mind you.)

People desperately try and make sense of the unknown. We know this. What people sometimes fail to initially realize is the ways they are done and what that means. How a person speaks, what they utilize to give voice to what their words cannot - it has weight. Some choose music, literature or various other forms of art. Footage or audio, even. Some mix and match, some are more consistent in their methods. Whatever works until it doesn't anymore. It may not make sense to you immediately but they are trying to speak to you regardless. Pay attention, even if you don't understand what they are trying to say at least acknowledge their efforts - questions will lead you to answers eventually.

What's important to keep in mind is how your perspective matters and how easily it can be manipulated by external forces. Others words, other people, other beings. The balance between staying open-minded and holding yourself together is the real challenge. Finding ways to ground yourself is important. Hold true to yourself but be ready to receive answers to things you never asked; accepting there are things beyond your scope is important but please don't walk blindly towards them. It's healthy to be skeptical, it's okay to catch your breath - just never stop being aware of your surroundings.

Breathe. Remember, if there's a purpose in the things we mortals do there is a purpose in what others more inhuman do too. There are such things as evil intentions, worse than the cheap thrills horror movies like to jump scare you with. There are also such things as good intentions, while you're less likely to encounter those in your lifetime let's not forget they exist.

Sounds hopeful, right? Well hope isn't going to get you through this alive but... It'll get you somewhere, internally. Feed your brain some positivity when you can, it'll need it for what is to come.

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  1. I generally have to stay stoned to be positive, but it's far better than the pain pills and anti-depressants.

    They made me sick.

    Now.. I force fed myself so much positivity, I'm surprised it wasn't leaking out of my eyeballs.

    I became my own positivity. Found one good thing about each day, even if it sucked.

    Stay safe, love.

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  2. Indeed? I wear no mask.

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    1. ...Mask is in your name, though.

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    2. Yeeesh, not even five posts in and you have creepers. Yay?

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    3. I wear not what I am.

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