I like music that makes my heart flutter. I don’t want to feel indoctrinated or feel lectured to. I want my soul to soar, be moved by the beat or rhythm, or touched by the words. I hate pretentiousness
I refuse to live in a reality where happiness/contentness is derived for personal characteristics or states of being. If that were the case, it would provide evidence for the opposing/mirroring perspective that if I didn’t meet a certain set of criteria, that I would be miserable. I refuse to entertain that reality, that I can’t be happy if I wasn’t the way I was. What if in an alternate reality, I was someone else or something different. It’s a logical argument in a sense.
Mastering cooking is a lesson on anti-materialistic mindsets. Loosening your attachments to wordly possessions. Each recipe and artfully crafted dish enters the mouth and dissapears. Yet we hold no sense of yearning/attachment to the food we consume. We spend so much effort to make the dish great, but the experience is fleeting.
For most people, design is overlooked. But in fact, it shapes the world we live in. Design carries a utiliarian/functionalist aspect. But design even more importantly holds an aesthetic perspective/element.
Why do I frame everything in life as a question, and what does that say about who I am? Today I attempt to uncover that secret? That secret.
Having a positive outlook on any given situation is the only way to persist. It is the utilitarian approach.
Fraternize with your mind, your eternal companion. Be your own amusement. Be you own jester.
Extend the reality of being beyond the physical. 扩展我们的现实. Like terrain generation in Minecraft. Keep on walking outside what’s been generated
Why is it that at the genesis of any creation, the creation retains individuality/identity.
Normalize uniqueness. Normalize doing things nobody has done, or doing things that you do not because you’ve seen someone else do them.
What fundamental ideas do I subscribe to? What is the meaning of life, or maybe my life specifically?
The internet is my greatest teacher and mentor. Yes. Not any one teacher in elementary, middle, or high school. It certainly wasn’t Mr. Niebaum (Knee Bomb, we liked to call him). Not any teacher in Chinese after school, or professor in uni. Any one adult/parent, mentor, or “guru”. Not even my parents.
The world is becoming more and more open source. We stand on the backs of giants. Or maybe one metaphorical giant rather. Each brick is built upon a layer of bricks
A banana is an edible fruit – botanically a berry – produced by several kinds of large herbaceous flowering plants in the genus Musa.