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!

There’s No Right Or Wrong | In My Opinion

One line a day just writing something weird, bad or good. Weird bad. Weird good. But life’s like that. All weird. It’s a struggle to ever find ‘normal’. I often debate if ‘normal’ exists. Average. We should replace it with average. In society there’s right and wrong. In the world there’s average.

So what exactly is right, and wrong?

There’s no right or wrong in anything we do. There are laws and priciples set for right and wrong, so that’s why you may be thinking ‘but what if there was a murder?’ (this is going to be our example).

A murder can be seen by the murderer as right, and by the people as wrong. Take for instance someone killing your best friend. You would hate that. You wouldn’t forgive the murderer right away, if at all, becasue your best friend means the world to you. He/she is a brilliant person – that’s why he/she’s your friend.

Then we have the murderer. This guy/girl must have a reason for killing the person. Because otherwise he/she would be too afraid to shoot. Or maybe this murder was set up, and the murderer didn’t want to pull the trigger, but was forced too. Peer pressure. We, however, are not making this complicated. The murder was by intention of a woman alone. (now I have no problem with pro-nouns).

I’m still getting carried away, so back to the point. There is no right or wrong. An opinion is an opinion.

All of us would have said ‘it’s not right to kill’. But if you were in this woman’s shoes you would have different perspective. We must respect this person’s choice. 

Same as if you were to get married. Some people believe it is wrong to marry. Some say it’s a vital part of life (‘grow up, get a job, have a family’ people). and these people have there reason’s to belive this. We each have a different opinion.

So because of this, I will have many disagreements. But that’s my point. And there’s no right or wrong in my opinion (my opinion).

Thanks for sticking until the end, I think I’ve ran out of things to say today! Don’t forget to like and comment (or dislike and tell me what to improve). 

Have a wonderful week!

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Aren’t Short Posts What You Want? | Philosophy

‘What shall I write about today?’ is the question I ask myself when I wake. To get up content for you all, I need to write. And write in every corner of time I have. But what I ask myself is what I should write about. What would you like to read? Something long or short?

The Philosophy Of Reading

I am reading a book at the moment called Sophie’s World (I highly recommend you read it). It, however, has very small fonts. This is why it is taking me so long to read it. Because every page has a more than average amount of words. It isn’t hard for me to see the little fonts, just time-consuming instead.

I finished a book in less than a week called Optimists Die First (that’s a brilliant book I should really review). It was a small book with large letters. Therefore the font stood out to me and it was easy to read half of it in a day. It was also one of those books you can’t put down, but so is Sophie’s World so I’m using equally good books.

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Yellow: Happy: Ingredients To Living:

Now, you guys like my poems. They can be long, or short. But they flow. So you just keep reading until the end and leave a like. My big, old, jumbled rambles seem to be less popular with the audience. That’s because they go on forever about random things.

My long philosophy posts have a big divider. You either love it, hate it, or can’t be bothered to read it. Haha, but that’s okay, because I never get around to reading looooonnnnggg posts either.

So, in context, we will only read (or stay to the end) of a short post. That’s why I didn’t make this too long!

Tell me what posts you would like in the future. All the best,

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Sadness Is A Fairytale | Poem

Once upon a time,

In a faraway land,

Her face had no kind,

His hate had no hand.

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To build up the tension,

In the mountain nearly climed,

Her smile had detention,

His sad had been mimed.

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The dilemmna to be commenced,

In the centre of make,

Her legs were offenced,

His mind was a bake.

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The conclusion was that,

In the large of a palace,

Her arms were a bat,

His kind was of malace.

And they all lived happily ever after,

Isn’t that how it is meant to end?

The Universe Is A Lie | Poem and Reasoning

Dear Creator Being,

How big or how small.

I sometimes wonder if you happened at all.

But that’s beside the point, because really:

Are you brave and strong or fearful and weary?

Dear Creator Being,

How nice or how mean,

I sometimes wonder if you’ve never seen.

But that’s important, because really,

Are you dead from something that is very bleary?

Dear Creator Being,

How weird or how withered,

I sometimes wonder if you have delivered.

But that’s questionable, because really,

Are you scared of the thing that is nearly…

Here, Creator Being?

Are you scared of the end?

Scared of life turning around the bend?

Here Creator Being, where things stand high,

I think that the universe was always a lie.

Dear Creator Being,

At the end of it all,

Are we just an experiment,

And you get payed for the fall?

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