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Thinker. Philosopher. Theorist.
All of which serve to describe the idealist within me.
Idealism. Something so great, often mistreated and misused. Due to countless blunders of the past, it has been labeled as claims and beliefs that lack evidence. Many times uncooperative of reality. The inability to accept things as they are, for they could be better. It can be changed. It can be fixed. It doesn't have to be this way.
A downside of such would be that it is merely a reflection of what that one particular person or group believes to be true. And this alone is not justification for pursuit.
Freedom. Truth. Justice. Happiness. Love. Adoration. Compassion. Selflessness. All of these are things I believe in, things that should be shown in abundance. One shouldn't have to live life scraping bits and pieces of happiness out of the bottom of the pan. Life in it's entirety should be one glorious adventure after another. One unforgettable experience after another.
With an acceptive mind and an open heart, I believe these things could one day come to pass. However, the exact mechanics are unknown to me. I strive day after day to find out the enigma of mankind. The enigma of purpose and existence. Why? Because it's of the utmost importance.
I believe settling for a pragmatic sleep, as I see it, is unneeded and a waste of time. It shouldn't be about the accumulation of money, materials, fame, power, and the like. Much of which bring much pain and suffering unto others. Mankind is not a soulless machine. Eternity is not a soulless machine, at least as I see it.
The serious glare, the intense analysis of obscene concepts long since dropped in the abandonment of childhood. No, life is not so cold and absurd as that. Although, I've perceived all as an expressionless pond without meaning, it simply is not so. Such a thing would destroy all that is, everything as meaning and purpose. Everything exists for a reason. Everything holds some truth.
Believe in those beautiful manifestations you humored in youth, for they're precious. However, never surrender your place in reality. It would seem that all things are interconnected, and that something lies beyond the shroud of separation. Perhaps all it takes is the unifications of all things. All lies, all truths. All selves.
A bit of philosophical banter and madness, aye?
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