"I don't know what it is like to not have deep emotions. Even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely"
The way we end up normalizing poking on each other wounds is just out of control
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Trees. In those distant days, some of them were revered. Some were too tough for elephants to chew through. Some were too subtle to be broken by the wind. Some had ambitious roots that dug deep into the earth, it's crust at least. Some got turned into paper for man to record his emptiness. Then there is the seed that is making its way to the surface at this moment. Full of vitality. A poem the earth writes on the sky. Does the earth know short poems and long poems? A band that I listen to sneer when people mourn for a kid but won't cry for a king. 21 Pilots, you've probably heard of them. No one has lived longer than a dead child. When I look at a child and reflect at how wiser I am, a part of me feels like I am killing humour. Like I am closing a window on the sunlight that fuels my germination. Loss of soul is the sickness that was most detested in those distant days. Now it stands as majestic as a hill. The view from the top of a hill is decent. The view of a hill from a plain is decent too.
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A dead friend once managed to convince me that we don't breath air, it's the air that breaths us. We were drunk and causeless. Idiots with no shame. Like the angels that fly because they take themselves lightly. Sadly feelings like these don't take for long. Unless your Diogenes the dog.It's no fun forcing the air in and out your lungs. It's no fun drinking outside the tavern. Unless you are the oriental master drinking under the moon. The moon that gets coral reefs in a naughty mood. Most of us want in on the action inside the tavern. Me too. I'm impatient with the moon. Always telling it what I want. Giving it meaning. Calling it meaningless some other time. Then I get back into the tavern. Misery really does love company. The newcomers they like pleasure and power. For those who have tasted felicity, pleasure has lost its vitality. Power has become distasteful. But there is room for pain. Hi to all the Lord Pain (Naruto) fans in this tavern. I hope you see the moon grow full this week.
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The Moon Cannot Be Stolen
A master lived alone in a simple hut at the foot of a mountain. One night, a thief broke in, hoping to find something valuable. But the hut was so bare that there was nothing to steal—no gold, no jewelry, and not even food.
Hearing the commotion, the master awoke and caught the thief in the act. However, instead of being angry, he looked at the thief with me compassion and said,
“You’ve come such a long way to visit me. I cannot let you leave empty-handed.”
The master took off the robe he was wearing, handed it to the thief, and said warmly,
“Here, take my robe as a gift.”
The confused thief took the robe and fled into the night, unsure how to respond.
Later that night, the master sat quietly by the window, gazing at the brilliant full moon shining in the sky. After a while, he sighed gently to himself and said,
“Poor fellow, I wish I could give him this beautiful moon.”
A master lived alone in a simple hut at the foot of a mountain. One night, a thief broke in, hoping to find something valuable. But the hut was so bare that there was nothing to steal—no gold, no jewelry, and not even food.
Hearing the commotion, the master awoke and caught the thief in the act. However, instead of being angry, he looked at the thief with me compassion and said,
“You’ve come such a long way to visit me. I cannot let you leave empty-handed.”
The master took off the robe he was wearing, handed it to the thief, and said warmly,
“Here, take my robe as a gift.”
The confused thief took the robe and fled into the night, unsure how to respond.
Later that night, the master sat quietly by the window, gazing at the brilliant full moon shining in the sky. After a while, he sighed gently to himself and said,
“Poor fellow, I wish I could give him this beautiful moon.”
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