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It’s often observed that people on low income tend not to be too active about their daily habits to not only tackle climate change issues, but to tackle tackle their own house, body, mind.
As a conclusion, we tend to spend most of our time on our own. A good balance is great for sure, but for people like me, it’s inevitable to be alone for most of the time, just the way things seem to work. So how do i provide for my ‘city’ in the best way I can while maintain a healthy connection with the outside world.
something interesting I’ve realised today from someone else’s attitude to burn out. I need to constantly maintain a good social balance, a daily one.
Realise my mind’s patterns
The house, the retreat, the place we s
Sharing work. Giving it away. It does’nt belong to me any more. It probably never did. The realisation that it did’nt all along concludes that it’s not being given away. The relationship with the other ‘city’ however is often crucial to realise - hence, the act of ‘giving it’ is an illusion, often projected in a way to convey a certain meaning or emotion
Compitition. As kids, we often have an inherent instrictual habitual spirit to compare, compete, race with the simplest of everyday activities. Some adults seem to loose that as they become aware of their presence. Conscious of the ambiguity and unknown elements of existence and human behaviour. Some people surrender to this multifaceted ambiguity. Is it a loss of drive. Is that how hidden artists are formed. ‘a believe to believe’ state of thought would be the opposite I would assume. To see evolution and natural selection outside the focused lense of the subject being examined can indeed take away the competitive element
What one is
‘Think about the big picture, that seems to be priority, the little things are little things by definition. Is that what toxic masculinity is for the most part. Small things on an individual level . Does the individual matter. A bit too bland of a question.
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If food, taste, is a form of art like any other, a gateway full of color, texture and flavour to the metabolic machinery. While true that the main machine doesn’t have the capacity or necessity to enjoy all this, it seems that the gateway does. why it does so is anyone’s educated guess.
If an art like any other, like different expressions of the same note that have complete different meanings when heard on the same instrument. When entered differently, they seem to provide a different experience.
What this experience is, is probably anyone’s educated guess. Where does this experience live. In science, an answer might be in the Amygdala, where emotions are processed. In philosophy, the experience lives in the body. While vague, and seems to provide an anwer to where the dicipline wants expects it to. The question might be wrong. This type of text seems to be approaching it from an analytical mind.
Whats the evolution, or progression, of this experience or expression.
A house of textures and flavours, a dinner table of colors, shapes, and sizes. Stimuli in every corner.
It does’nt seem right to structure how or when music is exprienced. It is eveywhere and usually feels wrong at the wrong places, but that’s one person’s opinion. It’s certainly a very important form of consumption
When shared, it floats between and around bodies, creating a mist of energy enough for other bodies to feed on.
‘we dont get to choose when we love’ - one of my univesity teachers was explaining to someone how to approach wokring on a project.
If time, experience, repitition, and structure, all jiggle around in a void of what appears to be chaos and destined dystopia - ‘choosing’ is an unconscious decision that sits within the outside machine. The individual machine might be and as philosophised by many great thinkers throughout history is an illusion created by evolution to ensure it functions wel..
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‘Believe to believe’ my friend says. It sounded smart when he said it.
the kind of belief or attitude that impacts everyone, on a sociopolitical level.
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When the mind races as the body races, thoughts seem to appear to stimulate an achievement response as if I’m achieving the goal I’m thinking of as I walk faster.
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I seem to be having an existenial crises, or an ‘identity crises’, i’m unsure which person i want to take the lead.
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it’s time I accept that this is the life I live in and build up from here rather than keep waiting for something external to happen. And I am doing this for the most part, but there are different ways of doing so, one a distant and many unplugged connections to the machine and another too many plugged connections to the machine. and this isn’t something that’s explored over in a conversation, a diary, or in thinking, but whilst the plugs are being put in and out as strange ads that might sound
