You know that feeling when you're psychologically jumping up and down with impatience as you maintain a casual demeanor? It's a feeling that cannot be simply said with one word. It can be felt pulsating through the arteries form within like adrenaline only indescribable. It's like sheer happiness…
Kinda sad that though we all carry an empathic side, we still cannot fully explain how we feel. We use mundane terms like happiness which conveys very little of what's actually felt. It's like an insult or understatement of those feelings throbbing within. When one is feeing down for no reason the they call it depression. It's ridiculous, i mean just think about it. The feeling of sadness can be categorized into countless of sects, depression just being a small percentage.
You know why our description of emotions seems so limited? It's because people just don't express themselves anymore as much as they used to. Also people don't want to listen anymore. Look at the world around you: its a big race. Can one think of or do anything else when running the race? Time is rushed. What happened to the days when one could sit for hours in silence just contemplating and thinking. Words were chosen carefully to extract specific meanings. You know why Literature class is one of the most boring classes today? It needs time to understand the shades of essence the poet has carefully weaved into a single puzzle. All good puzzles take a while to solve and there are countless ways to solve it.
The wonderful history books full of battles and bloodshed should logically appeal to today's generation as their craving for violence increases. What are they doing instead? Going for the video game that was never a reality. I don't know about you but i'd much rather read history and leave it up to my imagination to replay the Holocaust in my mind rather than not understanding the debt of murder, betrayal, genocide, and the countless sins that the monsters which ruled and rule committed and commit. But forget about what i'm writing and go on surfing the web aimlessly, who would listen to a paranoid conspiracy theorist?
Kinda sad that though we all carry an empathic side, we still cannot fully explain how we feel. We use mundane terms like happiness which conveys very little of what's actually felt. It's like an insult or understatement of those feelings throbbing within. When one is feeing down for no reason the they call it depression. It's ridiculous, i mean just think about it. The feeling of sadness can be categorized into countless of sects, depression just being a small percentage.
You know why our description of emotions seems so limited? It's because people just don't express themselves anymore as much as they used to. Also people don't want to listen anymore. Look at the world around you: its a big race. Can one think of or do anything else when running the race? Time is rushed. What happened to the days when one could sit for hours in silence just contemplating and thinking. Words were chosen carefully to extract specific meanings. You know why Literature class is one of the most boring classes today? It needs time to understand the shades of essence the poet has carefully weaved into a single puzzle. All good puzzles take a while to solve and there are countless ways to solve it.
The wonderful history books full of battles and bloodshed should logically appeal to today's generation as their craving for violence increases. What are they doing instead? Going for the video game that was never a reality. I don't know about you but i'd much rather read history and leave it up to my imagination to replay the Holocaust in my mind rather than not understanding the debt of murder, betrayal, genocide, and the countless sins that the monsters which ruled and rule committed and commit. But forget about what i'm writing and go on surfing the web aimlessly, who would listen to a paranoid conspiracy theorist?
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