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Wonder is the feeling of curiosity and appreciation inspired by something beautiful, inexplicable, or unfamiliar. At Pursuit of Wonder, we create work with the aim of producing that feeling.
Through video essays, short stories, guided experiences, books, and more, we explore a wide range of topics related to philosophy, psychology, science, literature, well-being, and more. We believe in facing the challenges and complexities of life head-on, and in doing so, we strive to inspire a reconnection with child-like wonder and a comfort with the uncertainty and absurdity of existence.
This guy sounds like that dude you used to work with at Taco Bell who was like way too smart to be working there. The one who would wax philosophical in the break room
I know i will die in that decade. And yet, i can’t seem to do things i enjoy, i want to do great things and help other, but i also know i will be alone when the time will be there. Life is really short, and tomorrow might be our end. The thought of nothingless is scary, but i accepted it since a long time now. I just wait there, disabled and sick, with my regrets, with no love from family, with no friend, completely alone with my condition. It’s hard. I know i will die alone, and it’s sad since i always wanted to be someone great to people. My life was pointless. I am young, and i can’t understand yet why was i born. I have wasted my life not understanding why i was like this, and i just kept hurting myself and others. Now i know why, but everybody left. I thought about writing letters to those very people, and i hope they’ll get sent. I think i will end it sooner to not suffer for nothing, since i can’t do anything anyway. I tried in the past to end it, but this time it’s different, it’s not because i am sad, but because i accept that my life is a waste of ressources, and that i know that i can’t and won’t have the opportunity to do anything else. It sucks. I just wanted to be a normal kid, with a normal life. Why did my parents gave me life, if it’s not neglecting me medically to the point where i will die before doing anything ? Why did they insist on having me for so many years so my big brother have company, if it was for letting me rot and die slowly ? I think i will never know why. It’s my biggest regret. They are in so much denial that they still don’t realize that i will be gone soon, and yet they still try to push me out of their lives to live theirs the fullest..
'No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.' - Carl G Jung. You have to realise there is a darkness that you have within you no matter who you are. If you don't you could become a victim of someone truly malevolent or worse, become someone consumed by evil commiting horrible acts to others.
We're born into a play. We are assigned a role. And we are applauded or booed based on how well we acted. Worst case scenario, no one buys tickets to the show and we have no income. Life is unsatisfactory. It is a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more.
I always wonder what if the reason I feel good at maths is that other in my class are below average and just me I am little more than average That thing is in 6 grade I was so below average in maths that I couldn't even do basic division problems But then I got put into an environment where I was forced later willing grinded to work hard on my maths, tbh honest I solved a lot of problems over and over and got my hands really sharp over them No I didn't cram at all I first understood the problem and then tried to crack it with logical reasoning to some extent but the basics such multiplication division etc etc I got Really fast at those I grinded for two years my 7th and 8th grade so much so that I was solving some of 10th grade problems at 8th grade I had developed my logical understanding at such a level And after grind for next two years I didn't put much effort into math and let it take easy Later I realised that most of the students around me were simply bad at maths because they didn't practiced enough like me Later in 11th grade I had choose maths as one of my main subjects But whole year I rarely practiced maths and failed in maths later that year. So much so I had to change maths to economics in 12th grade. Was I really smart or was it because I was hard working? If I be real I'm actually really stupid at almost everything in my life I always had a hard time building understanding around the world
The fact that we have nothingness or meaninglessness in life makes it more interesting cause if don't have any meaning we can create it with out imagination we can live the life how we want it. That's why it's one of the best thing
" I can't go on, I can't go on... I go on". in the face of meaningless universes- my two fave non-literary facts about Beckett- during the war he worked for the resistance- being able to translate and do photography; he created microfiche to smuggle out of occupied France- the germans did not know who he was but wanted to capture him- after the war he lived in countryside for a time, and drove the son of a neighbour to school as the neighbour would help him with his farm. the boy said they would talk about sports, not philosophy. the boy was Andre Roussimof, a.k.a Giant Andre. the search for meaning is the absurdity- live life. do what you can, what you must
This is the thing I realised when I graduated my high school, I did the most craziest things at school Didn't listen to teachers It was end of last year of my school For past year I have been keeping that nice guy student persona around As told by teachers Turned out I was stuck Then in last year or school I tried to grew up and act my own way Most of times I did but sometimes my nice student persona came back turned out fear of having that infamous persona came back often. Yes I had let go of all fear Me with my classmates did a lot of crap at school There one guy in my class and he also had that nice guy persona like me But the impact of this was much more on him than me I was devious at core and I let it out in my final year and I'm so glad about it But that guy was fucked up, I could sense it he was always under pressure and it was clearly on his face that he didn't enjoy like me He was suffering and he was not so smart to realise, and I know he will have deep regret laying on death bed But I realise that if you don't want to regret when everything comes to an end Let go of every fear of losing anyone and live your own way
Universe is huge, there are many things that might scare the mere humans. If you humans stop from that fear, you will never see the beauty behind the 'horror' you were afraid you. It might overwhelm you, but try to become better. Don't hide behind some god or the eldritch being. Go ahead, become better.
escape the matrix trust me (I'm sure you've heard of that many times, only once is it true) come this way you'll get it when you get it when you get it, pray for us all as all of us who get it do it for the rest hurry
Not just personal, human value. May extend it to life itself. Did you make yours and others' life beautiiful? Did you learn about life and express yourself while living? Did you add value to the human collective? Did you live life without restrictions? Was your time on Earth well-spent? Do you believe your existence on Earth was "worth it" even while comparing all the pains you had to go through for it? These are the questions that actually have any value when it comes to life.
I don't understand why people have to talk so fast. Am I the only one who sets the playback speed to 0.75x in order to hear and, more importantly, understand everything?
Holy shit. I had this exact trip a few years back. I was told all of this pretty much word for word by the guy at the end. I just call him the starman when I tell people about it because he was glowing like that and had no face
You can easily understand who they are because they talk about God, Marx and they feel victims of a system. They don't believe in science or facts, but they believe in their opinions and feelings and tell everybody to get informed by a random guy on Facebook
Reflecting about this now, made me ask my self "But who am I really"? Have I unconsciously doing this most of my life that I have forgotten who I really am?
