Thoughts
Life is transient. Sometimes we become too absorbed in our daily lives that we forget who we really are. Eventually, like a child discovering his surroundings, we start to learn new facets of our personalities that have been repressed through the vice grip that is time. We notice lost quirks, yet allow room for new ones to settle in. We exist to seek some form of purpose, a purpose that is self-validiting, yet beneficial to society. Humanity forms in chain-link fences, it is sturdy and strong - yet not impenetrable completely. If one link is severed, the rigidity of the others supports the broken conduit.
We glance back for reassurance. For our slowly blooming confidence, we nurture it through contemplation and familial situations. Yet on this journey to the inevitable apex of our lives, we seem to miss out on the more important things. Are we less than aware of our place in this world of endless possibility? The mathematics of beauty; the striking harmonic codes of our wisdom; the independence of our minds - merely, but not mistakeably, stars in a galaxy of synapses floating in weightlessness.
We cannot translate the true and hidden language of our thoughts, consequently our personal capacity to comprehend the seemingly "known" is less than limited. But through the hands of the greatest sculptor of them all, all mighty time, we evolve exponentially. We cannot claim proof to our beliefs, for their inarticulate mystery is silently shrouded by their inexplicability. We teach ourselves to teach ourselves at a very early age. But we realize our "selves" at very different moments in time.
We may find solace in our geometric setting, a certain feeling of "place in the world" that allows us to set our limits through a space of operation. We romanticize the notion that we are alone. That we operate on our personal unaltered judgement. But we are all exquisitely one single flourishing entity, that often forgets what it becomes. It's a matter of remembering what we all left behind.
- James Harris
We glance back for reassurance. For our slowly blooming confidence, we nurture it through contemplation and familial situations. Yet on this journey to the inevitable apex of our lives, we seem to miss out on the more important things. Are we less than aware of our place in this world of endless possibility? The mathematics of beauty; the striking harmonic codes of our wisdom; the independence of our minds - merely, but not mistakeably, stars in a galaxy of synapses floating in weightlessness.
We cannot translate the true and hidden language of our thoughts, consequently our personal capacity to comprehend the seemingly "known" is less than limited. But through the hands of the greatest sculptor of them all, all mighty time, we evolve exponentially. We cannot claim proof to our beliefs, for their inarticulate mystery is silently shrouded by their inexplicability. We teach ourselves to teach ourselves at a very early age. But we realize our "selves" at very different moments in time.
We may find solace in our geometric setting, a certain feeling of "place in the world" that allows us to set our limits through a space of operation. We romanticize the notion that we are alone. That we operate on our personal unaltered judgement. But we are all exquisitely one single flourishing entity, that often forgets what it becomes. It's a matter of remembering what we all left behind.
- James Harris
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