Your Overall Outlook on Your Life?
Dec 16, 2017 13:09:15 GMT -5
Post by BattleKorbi on Dec 16, 2017 13:09:15 GMT -5
I myself, am overly-optimistic. I am one of those annoying people who love everyone and everything, and keep finding shit to be cool and awesome, seeing obstacles as challenges, that kinda motivational crap. But my sunshine often causes bad burns to some people, or at least they say. Which is why I am often "chased" by others, who want to insult me, or present me with the "real world". I guess I will never know what the "real world" looks like, but who can tell they have the right perspective? Fantasy worlds are cool, but once I remember that if I lived in such a world that I would be bored as well, I am kinda glad I am who I am. I am a artist of sort. Are my skills enough for the world? I care not. I like emotions. I like capturing them within words and images. I like playing with these sensations and emotions as if they were Lego bricks. If in the end my Emo-Lego projects look like shit compared to other's, all I can do is shrug and try to see where did I go wrong, and learn. Bottom line is, I am one of those people who appear to be absolute dumbos since they are happy, but I am not, really. I just... enjoy life.
What matters a lot is the perspective. Like how a object can appear diffrent in a photo depending how was the object captured, that is how we see the world. People look and see pain. Therefore they conclude that all is pain. Some people take drugs, see colors, and conclude that all is colors. Things like that.
My perspective; I see little details within people, within objects, within landscapes. I see forms. I sense shapes. I imagine brushing my fingers over mountains, feeling the rocks and shrubs over my tips. The world is a canvas, our life - painting tools. What color we take, and where we strike, form lines, mix with others, and where we fade out - is our actions. Why do we do that? Do we really need to know why? What would we get out of knowing?
Currently our world is a painting of a living room, shrouded in darkness and illuminated by thunderstorms. It sounds bleak, looks scary, feels cold. So what do we need to do? Paint candles, lighten up the fireplace, chase out the clouds, make it a clear night sky with the full moon giving shine. We haven't really changed the decor, we haven't changed the location. We just changed the conditions. It feels nice and comfy, doesn't it?
That is me when regarding things. Perspective is subjective. The world looks grim, but we mustn't fade. I like using the allegory of the white crayon; On a white canvas, white crayon won't do much. However, use it on a black canvas and see how cool it is. That is how stuff is.
I am 19-years old. I appear to be a very dumb and edgy snowflake who thinks he got it all sorted out. I might even look like I never saw real shit. But I don't have to justify myself to anyone or anything. I might had told yall I was 42 years old. How would you feel about that? But who I am isn't anyone's matter but my own. My perspective might seem wrong, but that is who I am. Am I uncomftorable with who I am? Do I feel inherently wrong about my entire existence? No! Do I have quirks to work on? Yeah. Am I working on them? You betcha. I surely appear selfish with all the "me me me", but eh. You might haven't heard of me, you might think "Who is this noobface spouting crap?". Three words, "It is me" :3
What matters a lot is the perspective. Like how a object can appear diffrent in a photo depending how was the object captured, that is how we see the world. People look and see pain. Therefore they conclude that all is pain. Some people take drugs, see colors, and conclude that all is colors. Things like that.
My perspective; I see little details within people, within objects, within landscapes. I see forms. I sense shapes. I imagine brushing my fingers over mountains, feeling the rocks and shrubs over my tips. The world is a canvas, our life - painting tools. What color we take, and where we strike, form lines, mix with others, and where we fade out - is our actions. Why do we do that? Do we really need to know why? What would we get out of knowing?
Currently our world is a painting of a living room, shrouded in darkness and illuminated by thunderstorms. It sounds bleak, looks scary, feels cold. So what do we need to do? Paint candles, lighten up the fireplace, chase out the clouds, make it a clear night sky with the full moon giving shine. We haven't really changed the decor, we haven't changed the location. We just changed the conditions. It feels nice and comfy, doesn't it?
That is me when regarding things. Perspective is subjective. The world looks grim, but we mustn't fade. I like using the allegory of the white crayon; On a white canvas, white crayon won't do much. However, use it on a black canvas and see how cool it is. That is how stuff is.
I am 19-years old. I appear to be a very dumb and edgy snowflake who thinks he got it all sorted out. I might even look like I never saw real shit. But I don't have to justify myself to anyone or anything. I might had told yall I was 42 years old. How would you feel about that? But who I am isn't anyone's matter but my own. My perspective might seem wrong, but that is who I am. Am I uncomftorable with who I am? Do I feel inherently wrong about my entire existence? No! Do I have quirks to work on? Yeah. Am I working on them? You betcha. I surely appear selfish with all the "me me me", but eh. You might haven't heard of me, you might think "Who is this noobface spouting crap?". Three words, "It is me" :3