21/M/The Connected World I'm trying to find reason in a disturbingly complex world. I see poetry as a form of thinking where i can be honest with myself and others. Some poems are simple, while some might be harder to comprehend. 18 followers / 1.4k words
Wrapped up in a struggling cloud of comprehension We funnel through a discriminating vortex of environmental interaction The influence of which is of grievous importance That being the leading criteria for the evaluation of our being
Truth be told my life is a mystery on a course to unfold i do not know its meaning and have yet to learn the being of myself but it is imperative that i learn the deeper basis of reality If i am to circumvent this ever-spreading void The void separating existence from extinction
i like to think my intentions are pure and that i understand the world Thus make decisions that do not need to lead to inner emotional warfare But i know it is not so so many things done are abhorrent and gruel i anticipate the pain yet to be endured points in life, of ever-present horror
It is truly a mystery the answer is not known for i do not have the right question To end this speculatory heuristical navigation
So let me get this straight i'm living out my faith? Evolution equipped me with patterns that are impossible to break?
They can be quite useful for they really do help to navigate this world and continue building what has already been made
Still.. all we have is the illusion of authority for .free-will could never be free.
It’s too expensive for the universe to manifest. It would be impossible to change the pattern of all that energy with just the impulse of a few thoughts Imagine Your brain with all those neurons All those connections All that information All those algorithms embedded by selection All those mechanisms, that created your body All the baggage... has been dragged through time since the dawn of life.
That honed pattern of existing could not be broken and changed with simple thinking. So with this in mind, i'm simply left here thinking.
A child is born To a family of nothing He is abandoned by the counterparts And left to a life of unjustified struggle Brought up in economic and emotional poverty The child continues spreading Form the outside in From within out into the wind The hurt spreads like spores Be wise to stay clean Remember that the antidote to evil Starts with the compassion to think
When was the last time you cried when an ant hive was ruined to put a new building in place? When was the last time you cried when a rich coral reef turned into a dead waste? When did you last changed your behavior so that the globe would stop heating? . After a wound, an adaptive system stars healing. Its antifragility leads to a stronger being. The World’s wound is caused by the disease called “Humanity” The wound does not resemble a skillful, sterile cut of a surgeon It’s more like a boiling vile of acid poured over one's back leaving bare bones with denatured flesh dripping down the spine Yet still even after our **** nature will once again repair itself It will heal and allow another disruptive ecological breakthrough to happen . When did you last notice that we are just another species? Not that different from ants, to which we had no compassion When was the last time you played around with the prospect of annihilation? This is all so ******, sorry. I didn’t want to mention We are insignificant animals ripe for extinction
Who says that you cannot achieve your wildest dreams? That you cannot be who you want to be? Ignore that nonsense and keep on going … The Truth of the matter is that the matter you call ”I” has its set limitations Determined by nature Impossible to overcome. There is just the space in between left to conquer Nothing else can be done But still (with very low probability) you just might be the one!