Whom you are is a very controversial question to ask. for me, a soul is introduced and formed within its perspectives and acts upon its lifetime, we as humans are very similar, we're pieces of bone and marrow.
what makes you, you. is a consequence of replicated deeds that were built upon the life and thoughts you grew up in. these thoughts of yours may be altered until they're fully formed one day, but the core is the same for everyone, you grew up to be like your surrounding or whom you call your family. These five first years breathing of yours, which you can't recall a memory of, are the ones who made you who you are today.
no matter how much you try to change, you can never change the roots of a tree; you only blend it with other leaves to make it better. and your goal should be being the best you could ever be. never coping with anything that doesn't align with your perspectives.
it's more about the time you spend understanding yourself to get where you somehow specify your next step, and you're barking the wrong tree if you believe it's social media that's holding you back. when in fact, it's just you.
during the past years, the truth had dawned on me. i now avow the verity that has always lain between my lines of complaint. we've all been in a lifelong run, chasing answers and seeking to get somewhere we're not in. trying to do everything whilst indeed doing nothing. yet i can't affirm my purpose, but i do, in some way, acknowledge my intentions. Hence, beyond my beliefs, which i may or may not achieve, i wish to perceive more about the sky and moon and what's in between.
since the very first breath of maturity i took, i've wanted to ace everything, to be everything, to know everything, and everyone. i was forever occupied with my own thoughts, with the palace of dreams i kept myself in. then i got that reality check that i must choose a path. it's sad, ain't it. but it's reality one self must consent. i knew that for a fact and still refused to obey. i might be wrong, but i ain't letting myself in that herd. one argument - which totally does make sense, says that companies and job market needs ppl whom are really good at one thing. it is true but why should i oblige. one such self is me and me is refusing to obey.
i'm not considering myself a polymath, but i may at some point be. to acknowledge and to understand, to speak without looking behind. to be without defining one path. how could i be lots of everything i see, a bit of me is a bit of you, and a bit of you is a bit of me, i'm not my job, i'm not my degree. i'm me, my head and i.
the art of exploring, of creating. that creativity that only happens when you look further, wider than a single dot on the road, a destination as they call. but then, who am i to be? for a human to be defined, one human has one name, such and such each has one x. for a long time in my life i thought i must be something. i tried many things, but i keep hitting the wall when i tried to fit these desires and dream in a single point. for which i thought i was to blame. looking back, looking near, nothing was ever far away from me. i am whom i want to be. no-one but also everyone.
i've always admired smart people, people who have done things, people who revalorized their fields, some are well known some aren't, but they all in one way or another contributed to the current life we've living right now. people who reached there, are the ones who are willing to spend an unrealistic amount of time doing such thing or things. a time that they chose and fought for. that indeed is intelligence: the art of creation, the resilience of a soul that resists its own demons.
we feast on information until the craving loses its grip, then we move on, convinced the next fix will finally silence the questions. we have been asking since childhood: why is the sky blue? why is this called that? soon the questions aim at our friends, our lovers, the stranger walking past on the street. the interrogation never stops. we turn it on ourselves; our worth, our beauty. then we start looking for someone or something to shoulder the blame on. sometimes the weight feels lethal. one hardship, then too many. the mind begging you to quit. i bet you have stood near that edge. yet the very restlessness that drags us there also keeps us alive: the stubborn, the infuriating curiosity you own to that kid inside of you. the curiosity to know why, and what comes next. that same curiosity that haunts us also redeems us.
I'm bana btw, mostly known as rknastenka or ini, choose the one that lingers with you. Anyway, welcome to my blog. Here you'll see a bunch of unscripted perceptions of mine, i mostly post my thoughts and notions about different random topics as i'm free as my thoughts allow me to be. get your cup of tea and enjoy reading dear passenger. Go through my notes, read my articles, and decide for your own what kind of a soul you think i am.
what makes you, you. is a consequence of replicated deeds that were built upon the life and thoughts you grew up in. these thoughts of yours may be altered until they're fully formed one day, but the core is the same for everyone, you grew up to be like your surrounding or whom you call your family. These five first years breathing of yours, which you can't recall a memory of, are the ones who made you who you are today.
no matter how much you try to change, you can never change the roots of a tree; you only blend it with other leaves to make it better. and your goal should be being the best you could ever be. never coping with anything that doesn't align with your perspectives.
it's more about the time you spend understanding yourself to get where you somehow specify your next step, and you're barking the wrong tree if you believe it's social media that's holding you back. when in fact, it's just you.
during the past years, the truth had dawned on me. i now avow the verity that has always lain between my lines of complaint. we've all been in a lifelong run, chasing answers and seeking to get somewhere we're not in. trying to do everything whilst indeed doing nothing. yet i can't affirm my purpose, but i do, in some way, acknowledge my intentions. Hence, beyond my beliefs, which i may or may not achieve, i wish to perceive more about the sky and moon and what's in between.
since the very first breath of maturity i took, i've wanted to ace everything, to be everything, to know everything, and everyone. i was forever occupied with my own thoughts, with the palace of dreams i kept myself in. then i got that reality check that i must choose a path. it's sad, ain't it. but it's reality one self must consent. i knew that for a fact and still refused to obey. i might be wrong, but i ain't letting myself in that herd. one argument - which totally does make sense, says that companies and job market needs ppl whom are really good at one thing. it is true but why should i oblige. one such self is me and me is refusing to obey.
i'm not considering myself a polymath, but i may at some point be. to acknowledge and to understand, to speak without looking behind. to be without defining one path. how could i be lots of everything i see, a bit of me is a bit of you, and a bit of you is a bit of me, i'm not my job, i'm not my degree. i'm me, my head and i.
the art of exploring, of creating. that creativity that only happens when you look further, wider than a single dot on the road, a destination as they call. but then, who am i to be? for a human to be defined, one human has one name, such and such each has one x. for a long time in my life i thought i must be something. i tried many things, but i keep hitting the wall when i tried to fit these desires and dream in a single point. for which i thought i was to blame. looking back, looking near, nothing was ever far away from me. i am whom i want to be. no-one but also everyone.
i've always admired smart people, people who have done things, people who revalorized their fields, some are well known some aren't, but they all in one way or another contributed to the current life we've living right now. people who reached there, are the ones who are willing to spend an unrealistic amount of time doing such thing or things. a time that they chose and fought for. that indeed is intelligence: the art of creation, the resilience of a soul that resists its own demons.
we feast on information until the craving loses its grip, then we move on, convinced the next fix will finally silence the questions. we have been asking since childhood: why is the sky blue? why is this called that? soon the questions aim at our friends, our lovers, the stranger walking past on the street. the interrogation never stops. we turn it on ourselves; our worth, our beauty. then we start looking for someone or something to shoulder the blame on. sometimes the weight feels lethal. one hardship, then too many. the mind begging you to quit. i bet you have stood near that edge. yet the very restlessness that drags us there also keeps us alive: the stubborn, the infuriating curiosity you own to that kid inside of you. the curiosity to know why, and what comes next. that same curiosity that haunts us also redeems us.
I'm bana btw, mostly known as rknastenka or ini, choose the one that lingers with you. Anyway, welcome to my blog. Here you'll see a bunch of unscripted perceptions of mine, i mostly post my thoughts and notions about different random topics as i'm free as my thoughts allow me to be. get your cup of tea and enjoy reading dear passenger. Go through my notes, read my articles, and decide for your own what kind of a soul you think i am.