“Yes! Release his Occidental (College) records! Release his high school records! Why won’t Barack Obama release his elementary school report cards? We need to know if he played well with others! Did he bring gum to class? And if so, did he bring enough for everyone? I certainly hope not — because that would be socialism!”—STEPHEN COLBERT, on Donald Trump’s call for President Obama to “release his Occidental records,” on The Colbert Report (via sellega)
———- Rambling - Skip this part if you like, I’m just sorting out thoughts and I think I contradict my own points a few times. ———-
Everything beautiful grows from pain. Happiness is fleeting; the emotion comes and fades leaving little behind, but pain grounds itself and its roots linger under the skin long after the tree has fallen. Maybe it’s because pain is analogous to growth, growth is analogous to experience and the bits of experience which compose our lives define who we are. Maybe pain is beautiful because pain is life itself… and life is beautiful…in spite of, or due to pain.
Has anything beautiful ever been written at the peak of happiness? Odes and ballets to love perhaps. But love is beautiful because it is pain isnt it? Love is not the absence of pain but the complete surrender to it. Love is to become vulnerable, to accept all that life has to offer…but if life is composed of experiences, and experiences come from pain, then isnt love accepting all the pain we experience and will experience. Isn’t love pain?
Maybe things are beautiful only when they are leaving, and things are only painful when they are leaving, therefore pain is beauty.Maybe it’s the act of losing that makes things have worth. Maybe its in the act of leaving that all things gain worth, that we grow, that the world spins. Maybe all life exists in the spaces in between.
Are things beautiful only when they are impermanent? If all things are impermanent, then are all things beautiful?
When things or people we become attached to begin to leave they embody a sense of beauty because we no longer have control over them—when we no longer have that sense of control, we are no longer acting on them, they are acting on us. We become vulnerable. We allow ourselves to experience things in their true state— we accept their beauty. We allow them to leave an impression upon us.
Being vulnerable is terrifying because for one moment in your life, you don’t control anything. You let things control affect you. Being vulnerable not about a loss of control or composure, its about accepting truths.
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Everything, should be, ideally, beautiful. Beauty exists in impermanence. It is because we cannot call anything our own that it is beautiful.
Beauty exists in the “leaving” of things. When things begin to leave we lose control and we can no longer act on these things but rather, these things begin act on us. It is in these moments of helplessness and vulnerability that things become beautiful—when we surrender completely to what we cannot change—when we accept the inherent beauty of impermanence.
When sun’s set, when lovers leave, when loved ones pass, we are overwhelmed with emotions, not because they are gone, but because we could not stop them from leaving. Would these things still be beautiful if the world was at your beck and call—if your loved ones would stay only because you made it so? It is the lack of control, the lack of permanence that allows beauty to exist—that makes things beautiful.
I get really tired of funny pictures, stupid reblogs, quotes from 15 year olds, memes, and other things. Tumblr only has so much to offer. Sometimes I just want to read something or see something that makes me think. Where do you go for inspiration?
An ancient Chinese story tells of a farmer in a poor country village. He was considered well-to-do because he owned a horse that he used for plowing and transportation. One day his horse ran away. All his neighbors exclaimed how terrible this was, but the farmer simply replied, “Maybe.”
A few days later the horse returned and brought two wild horses with it. The neighbors rejoiced at his good fortune, but the farmer simply replied, “Maybe.”
The next day the farmer’s son tried to ride one of the wild horses, but the horse threw him and broke the son’s leg. The neighbors all offered sympathy at the farmer’s misfortune, but the farmer simply replied, “Maybe.”
The next week, the conscription officers came to the village to take young men for the army. They rejected the farmer’s son because of his broken leg. When the neighbors told him how lucky he was, the farmer replied, “Maybe.”
“The greatest irony of life is loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right and finding out you love someone after that person walks out from your life and sometimes you think you’re already over a person but when you see them smile at you, you’ll suddenly realize that you’re just pretending to be over them just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again. For some, they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much you love the person. Most relationships tend to fail not because the absence of love; love is always present. It’s just the one was being loved too much and the other was being loved too little as we all know that the heart is the center of the body but it beats on the left. Maybe that’s the reason why the heart is not always right. Most often we fall in love with the person we think we love only to discover that for them, we are just for past times, while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger. Here’s a piece of advice: let go when you’re hurting too much, give up when love isn’t enough and move on when things are not like before. There is someone out there who will love you even more, surely then, you will know true love.”—(via bauguette)
“Don’t be afraid to be a fool. Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics. Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying yes begins things. Saying yes is how things grow. Saying yes leads to knowledge. “Yes” is for young people. So for as long as you have the strength to, say yes.”—Stephen Colbert (via quote-book)