Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Sunday, October 9, 2016
10/09/16
Deleted my Facebook account.
I really mean it this time (lol).
Had to dig through Facebook's website to find the "Permanently delete your account" feature. They want to keep you oh sooo bad. "______ will miss you." lol. I'm still alive bruh. What is this suicide? If they miss me, that means they don't see me. If they don't see me, that means they don't want to, or they can't.
Deleted my Snapchat account as well. And Instagram.
All is well with these companies. Social media isn't bad. People make it bad. I make it bad for myself.
Maybe one day I'll etch a picture onto the walls of my cave to let my loved ones know that I have given up electricity and agriculture.
tl;dr: I'm so self-aware, look at me not looking at your pictures. Blah blah hipster self-aware, lowkey want attention look at my blog. I wonder if anyone will even see this now.
I really mean it this time (lol).
Had to dig through Facebook's website to find the "Permanently delete your account" feature. They want to keep you oh sooo bad. "______ will miss you." lol. I'm still alive bruh. What is this suicide? If they miss me, that means they don't see me. If they don't see me, that means they don't want to, or they can't.
Deleted my Snapchat account as well. And Instagram.
All is well with these companies. Social media isn't bad. People make it bad. I make it bad for myself.
Maybe one day I'll etch a picture onto the walls of my cave to let my loved ones know that I have given up electricity and agriculture.
tl;dr: I'm so self-aware, look at me not looking at your pictures. Blah blah hipster self-aware, lowkey want attention look at my blog. I wonder if anyone will even see this now.
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
10/4/16
Many things race through my mind.
[...]
If I am made by God, and he knows me, then he can make me happy. But I lack faith these days.
I remember the days I would look around in wonder and be amazed at life: where I am, how I am, the perfect puzzle of life that just flows, even if we broke it.
The absurdity of life, the arbitrariness of it all. How skin deep the things we hold onto are. How everything is so just because the real main character of life wanted it so. He wanted to write a story, and we're the characters he wrote. How real and immediate our fiction seems: a story written by the highest hierarchy of authorship and creation. Perhaps it is real; as real as real can be.
It's liberating at the same time as it is... disabling. To know that nothing in this life matters past a certain degree, where our roles as characters inside the story end.
But if God is real and his words are real, then truth matters no? That's kind of redundant. lol. When heaven and earth pass away, all the shallow things we hold onto, his word shall still remain as the only reality.
So I guess the opposite is true as well. That this life does matter to a degree, and even beyond that: that what we do in this life matters.
I'm a philosopher. I'm a photographer. Shout out to Shane Dirty.
[...]
If I am made by God, and he knows me, then he can make me happy. But I lack faith these days.
I remember the days I would look around in wonder and be amazed at life: where I am, how I am, the perfect puzzle of life that just flows, even if we broke it.
The absurdity of life, the arbitrariness of it all. How skin deep the things we hold onto are. How everything is so just because the real main character of life wanted it so. He wanted to write a story, and we're the characters he wrote. How real and immediate our fiction seems: a story written by the highest hierarchy of authorship and creation. Perhaps it is real; as real as real can be.
It's liberating at the same time as it is... disabling. To know that nothing in this life matters past a certain degree, where our roles as characters inside the story end.
But if God is real and his words are real, then truth matters no? That's kind of redundant. lol. When heaven and earth pass away, all the shallow things we hold onto, his word shall still remain as the only reality.
So I guess the opposite is true as well. That this life does matter to a degree, and even beyond that: that what we do in this life matters.
I'm a philosopher. I'm a photographer. Shout out to Shane Dirty.
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