Life. What leads us to becoming indifferent towards [xy]? Is it the oh so shameful lack of gratitude or the overload of disasters clashing with our busy lives? For my part, it may be the reasonable doubt that my so called momentary destiny was in fact meant for me. I refuse to accept. Has somebody up there confused my plan with failure or am I simply followed by the wrong choices even while knocking on the right doors?
If it was ingratitude, am I wrong? Should I appreciate the little things in life if life's significance to me are the things I work to achieve,- accomplishments -
because the little things are no
longer a challenge to me? Should I still be grateful for the chance of having those, even though I had already worked and gotten to them solely by my own dedication? Pretty often, this gratitude thing, and the so holy preachy "be grateful, somebody else is worse off" shit just doesn't apply.
Would you settle for less, and suppress your devotion of becoming more than you're offered by circumstance, just to please the thought of false modesty and accepted chasteness?
Why mourn then instead of trying to help or change what
limits you or those you're concerned about?
Actions speak louder than words, but they are so much harder. In the end, you don't help a suffering child by talking, you just boost your ego off it, pretend
ing to be all that you're not. Disguising yourself with words holier than thou.
I detest seeing people in "attempt to care" when for their part they don't. They just attempt to. Plus all those that keep verbally spamming you with words of wisdom about the appreciation of life..when all these words, are quotables, heard a thousand times, personally applied - not once - by them. Some bullish that tickles my brain. This is the answer to the very first question. My indifference originates from these very people with their very [shams of] words.
A lot of questions here..Egotripping never ends and there are too many phrases wasted meaninglessly in disguise, because in the end, we [should] never settle for less, and continuously strive for more. because the little things are nolonger a challenge to me? Should I still be grateful for the chance of having those, even though I had already worked and gotten to them solely by my own dedication? Pretty often, this gratitude thing, and the so holy preachy "be grateful, somebody else is worse off" shit just doesn't apply.
Would you settle for less, and suppress your devotion of becoming more than you're offered by circumstance, just to please the thought of false modesty and accepted chasteness?
Why mourn then instead of trying to help or change what
limits you or those you're concerned about?
Actions speak louder than words, but they are so much harder. In the end, you don't help a suffering child by talking, you just boost your ego off it, pretend
ing to be all that you're not. Disguising yourself with words holier than thou.I detest seeing people in "attempt to care" when for their part they don't. They just attempt to. Plus all those that keep verbally spamming you with words of wisdom about the appreciation of life..when all these words, are quotables, heard a thousand times, personally applied - not once - by them. Some bullish that tickles my brain. This is the answer to the very first question. My indifference originates from these very people with their very [shams of] words.
That's the verisimilitude of challenges - the dream.
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