Relationship and youth

"Love is the state in which man sees things; most widely different from what they are." -Frederich Nietzsche

Maybe you wonder why I'm linking both relationship and youth together, maybe you're just looking for a quick read, but still, I'd hope this retains some pertinence within your thoughts. First love, as to be acquitted with young love, is the bane of our youth, in all countries. Our schools and our halls are filled with the traces and the affection shown by what is popularly known as the tender trap, or simply, love at first sight. One of the most powerful emotions a human mind has to offer, Love is a great collection of every whisper, every though, we ever wanted, crystallized into human contact and emotion. Love is a four letter word describing strong affection. What meaning may make, we all know love as it is, but the love of a youthful soul does naught to find words.

Struggle as one may, it's very hard to describe the first time you actually fell in love, or thought you did. It could have been somewhere you never would have expected, like at a gallery for bad fractal art, or an exhibition for toaster strudels. I think people find they forget where they meet the first one, but they remember where they were when they leave the first one. Nowhere near where they started. My extended leave from our societal indoctrination destination, dubbed school, has been enlightening, to the very epitome of the word. The youth thrive on three things: Food for the body, food for the eyes and food for the heart. Food for the body, as to say regular consuming of nutrient and cooked morsels. Food for the eyes to mean things seen, which confirm ideas or enlighten dark ones. Food for the heart to mean a type of sustenance that only intimacy or relationship can bring. Or so they believe.


Today's modern youth like to think of love as something that is always sought for. the most important thing in the world. In fact, their world revolves around the estranged idea that all you need is love. No, love cannot provide everything you need. It cannot give you what you want out of life. It can't even get you three square meals a day (unless you forcibly "love" someone). Our youth idolizes love, fueled by an even more supporting media. Buy this and she'll love you, instantly rectifying you of the money you wasted on something so material, so false. Love today is an object, gift wrapped, shoe-shined, spruce pined, dusted and then shipped all over the world. The thought of love remains free, but the action, the very execution of love costs! If not money, then mind, if not mind then body, if not body then soul! Love stopped being what it was and should have been a very long time ago. Around the time people started making money and exploiting other people.

Why can't every thing stop being complicated?



Call me a cynic, but I'm an escapist.

- Matthias; no heart for you

The Happiness Thermostat

In all life and all situations, it has been said there is a set level of happiness, what Dr. Csikszentmihalyi called a “set thermostat.” A set level of happiness is false, I think, for it affords a view that we can never be any happier despite what may happen to us. Considerable, yes, there is a mellow mean to which we can average our days’ stress, but joy can be boosted, can be increased. To continue the original topic, I believe my core happiness “temperature,” if you will, lies within a malleable range, capable of being changed and set. I can become irritable or joyous by the simple flick of a switch, the press of a button and the decompression of a valve. What I would call happy, others may very well call melancholy, but I like to think on it in a different light.



If I could literally set my mood instantly, it could offer enjoyable opportunities. Maybe I needn’t worry about so many things if I could immediately find everything around me appropriate. Maybe, in a grander scheme and an even grander scope, I could teach others to do this. we could all live in even harmony, manipulating only our own emotions, like drugs, but without the side effects and without the addiction or cost. It would simply be our bodies and our minds.


We would not hate, we would not loathe, we would find adequacy and tranquility. Material things would seem pointless, unneeded. At least wars would not be about money, or "need." They would be about true conflict, a real difference and a real hate, which is from within us all. Maybe there wouldn't be wars because we'd realize its' folly.


These wars, these past mistakes, they are becoming our bane. The bane of humanity and its' own self preservation. Tossing bombs and nukes at each other like a child would throw a ball. If they only had a child's volition and thought. A child does not want to destroy, or at least it does not destroy willingly. A child creates and as it was created. It is only as we grow out of childhood that we find the want to destroy something beautiful, to destroy what was and has been built. A child is its' mood. What it is, is what its' mood reflects. If a child is sad, it acts in manners of being sad. If a child is happy, it acts in a fashion that is happy. Growing older, rarely anyone does that. Only a child feels safe enough to do so, but an adult, will hide it, will mask it, destroying the point, the reason behind it. Why? It is of no knowledge, but if you find out, come tell me.


God knows your lonely souls,
Matthias

Birthdays and Due dates

Well! Well, well, well! I survived another year in my life, as me! It's sort of strange, actually, thinki8ng all the way back, even to the beginning of this blog in January. Maybe I sound all conceited and such, but I feel rather accomplished. So much in this whole year has happened and it;s shaped my life for the next year to come, you know, brothers and sisters?

I'm a whole new person, but the exact same person, at the same time. It just happens to be the same body, but a new spirit? Yea, that's it. Well, happy birthday to me, I s'pose.

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Knowledge is Sour

I'm writing this because I'm angry, quite angry. I hate my generation. In essence I hate myself. It's not the kind of hate that fuels wars, nor the sort of hate that drives to kill. I hate with a slow and burning ember, one which roasts over time, broils the skin from muscle and chars the flesh from bone. All that follows is not the rage of a warrior, but the rage of a writer, a man who, through giving up weaponry finds sterner ways of assault. Through relinquishing cold steel may we find that which feeds the forge that created it, bitter, bitter strength through intelligence.


Ever recall times which you found those around you incompetent? If not, I suggest you walk away. For those who have, know you are plentiful. To realize that you are involved with those of little expressed intelligence, is to find yourself to be almost among animals. It's a truly sad thought to wake up and find that you can't handle being with those you have deemed unworthy by sudden realization. In that way knowledge is burdening, for to know such things is to be alone with only your own thoughts. Knowledge is sour.

In the height of knowledge, we can only ever realize that those around us are lacking, but even in the discovery of someone alike in us serves only to create friction, not bond. With friction there will come action and with threat will come reaction, only to be expected with other people. Even after knowledge, there is still only human emotion and human limit. With humanity comes fealty, which is perceived as weakness. Weakness of heart and mind, such things are of concern, for with knowledge you must have the ability to protect it and the ability to refuse fealty. In doing so you must refuse emotion, to be stoic against the tides. With stoicism comes freedom.


To hell with togetherness, individualism is what America should have in ideal.

Matthias, out.

To Be Good - 1 of 3

Being Good. At one time or another in our lives we've all had that promise that we'd "be good." We'd be watchful, at attention, at present. What truly makes something good? Is it the acknowledging of "Right" done by the general populace, or is it the gut instinct that calls for sudden action? What discerns right from wrong other than our own discerning. When we know in our minds that good is done, it is always so sure, it's always so honest. Can we really tell what good is? It can never be placed what true good is. I barely ever know if what I do is right, if what I do is humanly sound. Every breath we take is never even ours, we steal our air, we steal out glances, we steal our kisses, our hugs, our words. In every action we take something and we never give it back. But why do we need to apologize? We don't. Simply put, apologies are only excuses, excuses to hide our intentions. I'm sorry I did this, I'm sorry about that, but what really matters? Nothing. None of that, because they're spoken with stolen words and with stolen lips created by stolen genetics.




Like broken keys, we're all out of tune. No matter the weight we bear, no matter the size of the chip on your shoulder, we all play out the same way. A predictable pattern, shaped by society, which dances like another less complicated pattern. Good can be discerned so obviously by the ignorant or the pious because they have been contoured to a certain view. Evil is shown, is spat at, but the accusations and demonizing only go so deep as to fabricate the truth. Digging deeply enough would reveal choice. In a storm of differing opinions and view points, therein lies you with the choice to be with one or the other. But that ever remains choice, not option. Choice differs option because options are set in stone, choices are as changeable as winds at sea. Only when we see both sides do we know full truth and are able to embrace choice. Really, good is only skin deep. Good, in stark reality, isn't a choice of who holds the most money, who has the better religion, it's a system of morals, even feelings should be null. Feelings disrupt morals, disrupt everything. The twitches in the back of your head, they only serve to cloud judgment.



In the end we must be like mountains in a storm, in a tempest, immovable. We don't need to be heralded as good, or as evil, we must know choice and know the power of words. We need to know what, by the power of observation, is the lesser of the two evil presented. Yet, evil things, by far always engulf you, even behind your lines of morality, you are assaulted. You can look to your friends, to your family, but they don't help you make the choice, they don't give more reason to choose one side or another. Their opinions should never matter, in the end the only opinion that matters to you, should only ever be your own, because you can only ever trust yourself, even if that is still a long shot.


I stand on the precipice, looking down into a gaping maw, but I don't have to be alone, I choose to be.

Musing forever,
Matthias

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