The Theory Of Everything Under Our Noses | Thought Before Action

Calm isn’t quiet. I listen to calm’s noise. Calm speaks calm which therefore makes it calm. The theory applies to all emotions. You begin to feel happy as you speak (act) happy. You begin to feel fear as you speak (act) fear. Life is a theory of emotion. That’s why they say think before you speak. But you think after you speak too. They say imagine your emotion in your head for it too become of itself. Thinking before everything. If you think about a dream, a dream will come true. Likewise, if you think about a nightmare it will come true. Not silly visions. But you will see the monster within a person. You will see the miracle within your life. As if everything is thought. 

Plato believed there was a world of ideas, and then one of reality. The world of ideas came before the world of reality. He said that the ‘idea’ chicken came before both the chicken and the egg. For everything he believed in the world of ideas. Including emotion. 

But this is an overriding of thoughts in my head. Short sentences to just get everything out of my head. It’s like the theory of everything – thought before action. People’s words that we skip past, are words of wisdom. Everything has thought behind it. And I’m proving myself in every sentences I’m typing out here.

Thought before action. The theory of everything. 

Even coming from a tiny human child’s mind. This is true. And I can think.

People say nature’s calm. But when the door shuts all I can hear are my thoughts, and pencil on paper as I write. Wind is noisy. It doesn’t though mean it is not calm. A raging sea is calm. We listen to it crashes and think of calm. Words mean so much. I love words. 

I now need to link up all my gibberish. But before I write a book about it, I may as well let my first audience know first. You are the first people I have spoken to with proper views on society, proper ideas. I have grown to you. I love you all!

Now what am I? All things I have mentioned here I could pick out and ramble on about. But today I’m going to leave you with this. This is all.

Excuse my weird language here, I just noted random things as I sketched outside. This is what happens when I get a mind of my own!

1 Minute Motivation | Read And Relax

It’s okay.

No, really. It’s okay if you’re not feeling 100 percent today. Nobody feels like they can conquer the world all the time. But you know what’s not okay? Wallowing. You have to get back up. You have to try. People depend on you, whether they’re your friends, your family or your old neighbour who always needs help carrying her groceries. (You depend on you, too, by the way.) So how can you get your mojo back and stand face into the wind? Maybe you don’t have time to read all those great inspirational books everybody keeps recommending to you. But you have five minutes to read a poem. Maybe even less than 5 minutes. Here are 3 amazing poems in acsending order of ‘greatness’.

“Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he

That every man in arms should wish to be?

—It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought

Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought

Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:

Whose high endeavours are an inward light

That makes the path before him always bright;

Who, with a natural instinct to discern

What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;

Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,

But makes his moral being his prime care;

Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,

And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!…” 

“Go placidly amid the noise and haste,

and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender

be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;

and listen to others,

even the dull and the ignorant;

they too have their story…” View Full Version

“Did you tackle that trouble that came your way

With a resolute heart and cheerful? 

Or hide your face from the light of day

With a craven soul and fearful? 

Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce, 

Or a trouble is what you make it, 

And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts, 

But only how did you take it?…” View Full Version

*The order of these poems is based on research and polls from over the USA.*

Have a wonderful week!

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From 1 To 1000!

From March to December 2017 there were 10 of us. Now there’s 112 of us! Thank you so, so much Internet, for listening to my useless rambles, poems and philosophy! I’m sure you wouldn’t have stuck around if it wasn’t for my charisma 😉 (like I have any of that!). 

I’m going on holiday from this Saturday to the following, sorry for my inactivity. But I’ll be back with plenty more to ramble about!

See you soon,

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No Friends, No Friends When I Need Them

It’s so good to be back! After a week of camp (specifically Guide camp) I am more than exhausted. A week where I didn’t write at all, I just filled up the majority of my sketchbook! Haha, I do have a lot to talk about, but the way of saying those things is hard. I can never find the right words when I need them. Today I’m going to talk about friendship – and who I want to be.

I want to be good friend, I want to be able to shut out the people who don’t care about me anymore. And I want to loosen up, be perfectly not OCD. 

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Sketch By “Kitty Jade”

According to my two closest friends, I am ‘too’ kind. I accept cows and chickens in my life because I am kind, but this is wrong. If I’m nice to everyone I’m torturing myself, not allowing myself pure and comfortable friendships.

This is why it’s hard, for me, to let go. I can’t let go of these people I used to love. Used to love. They broke the friendship, about a million times, before there isn’t even a chance left. I yesterday watched Jessie Paege’s ‘How To Survive Back To School With No Friends” video, and she talked about encouraging yourself to open up, when I need to encourage myself to close down.

I am silently bullied, by this torture. Every kind hand I give out, I get nothing back. I don’t expect to get something back from being kind, but I expect happiness. That’s not what happens.

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Sketch By “Kitty Jade”

I have one brilliant, amazing, Whovian bestie. I barely see her, which hurts – but at least she left the school before more pressure could be conducted. She’s safe. I’m broken.

Please tell me if you have any ideas, tricks or tips to help me let go. I would gladly appreciate it.

All the love and support, 

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