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Tag: ideas

  • The Littlest One

    I had no idea how much I really needed my pinky for, until yesterday and today, when I’ve sliced it. Strangely enough, I was watching a video from Reddit, where a guy makes a whole new hand for himself, after the insurance companies deemed that it was not essential for him to have fingers. Anyway, he made a whole hand, and today, I feel like I need that again. I would like to have my pinky back please.

    • The bandages do come off tomorrow, but for the sake of keeping things safe, I honestly feel like leaving them on for another day. Knowing me, I’ll probably hurt myself somehow somewhere. Or bump into my pinky in some way.

    That’s also where my mind is at right now. How do I consider the “weakest part” of my hands? Am I aware of what is affecting it, and do I do anything to help it get better in anyway?

    In that same sense, where in the current scheme of the world, we care a lot for the under privileged, and we want to help the poor. But while we are doing all this, it feels like there are other parts of society that are breaking down in a big way. There are other things that have taken priority, and it feels like we should really take some time to rethink how we are doing what we are doing. We’re not really caring for the smallest, littlest guys around.

    Which also means we need to take a reassessment of what the smallest and weakest things are right now.

    Maybe that should be a zine that I should write about sometime soon.

  • The Daily Grind

    Everyday, just waking up, being alive, and being a human being that breathes.

    Unlike human beings that don’t of course.

    Everyday, the work load to clear, or to think through, or just to be responsible about so that the people around me can live life too.

    I live life too of course, just that I think I can balance it pretty well.

    Everyday, needing some coffee, some caffeine, some sugars, some carbs.

    Balanced meals are for balanced people, that we are of course.

    Everyday, steps ahead, one at a time, until finally we are home.

    To restart everything once more for the next. And one day, it’ll all be done. No more new days, just a perpetual one. No more time, because time exists only for the human being who does. No more frustrations, no more responsibilities, no more hunger, no more pain, no more grinding, no more droning on and on about egos and people and everything else that humanity carries in its baggage of existence.

    Just being, and in my case, with God.

    The daily grind, to a halt, with God.