No cell phones No televisions Not social network No discussions Not wars Not diseases Not sadness Just Patrick calmly riding his little horse. I love how simple life can be. 🍃
Patrick must feel the most relaxing moment in his life - riding on a seahorse he seems to enjoy, and listening to a relaxing song. I think it also sums up his character nicely - he doesn't need much in his life, and it's actually small, simple things that make him the most happy.
Unless you really rile him up into thinking he'll have a huge present, only to give him a handshake on valentines day, when you seem to have given everyone else a gift they love.
Something about this; the aesthetic background, Japanese text, Patrick endlessly rocking with the most simply satisfied gaze, the female rendition of fly me to the moon, all gives me to most peaceful and equally satisfied feeling. It’s a perfect ending sequence. It’s the end credits of modern humanity.
jose_gonzales_2008 thank you fellow brother. The internet can be quite an overwhelming and scary place so its nice to have area such as this where one can relax and not worry about such thing. May the good lucl guide thee!!!
hey i just want you to know that this video has been made into a VRChat world where you can sit on the seahorse, put in a quarter, and listen to this song on loop for as long as you want. its one of my favorite worlds and i cannot believe that im finding this now!
remember that patrick was the only one self aware in his dream but instead of chosing to be a god, he choose what makes him happy. even choosing to give himself a limit on quarters so he has both ups and downs.
I’ve had nights where’d I’d cry listening to this into the night. This comment section is so interesting too. Sharing philosophical ideas like wanting to live a quiet life, not really striving to become famous or anything. Just living comfortably. God I love this side of the internet so much. 2:05am
*Aesthetic* is an element we are deficient in. In our brain. In our bloodstream. A chemical mixture released similar to nostalgia, childhood, cinema, friendship, love, everything rolled up into one big 8-ball of human indoginous hormones.
I discovered this video by accident. Now, I listen to it during work breaks and when I try go to sleep every night, so legitimately soothing and lovely. And the image of Patrick just riding his seahorse just makes me wanna find happiness. Yes, it’s crazy but I don’t care, it makes me happy😁
This is the perfect video for when you in that depressing, nihilistic mood. The song is great to just sit and listen while you get over it all and then you realise Patrick Star is on the seahorse and it makes you laugh, then you can go back to life having had a little moment.
7/4/2023: I’m just watching this in my bed and I’m thinking about me in the future and if I’ll miss how I feel now in 2023, I think that me and you reading this now will miss 2023 and if you are then just remember to cherish what you have now and that you will one day miss the present that you’re in. Don’t remember the past as if it were better then where you are now, you have reached and reached for where you are now and cherish your present. You are wonderful and perfect as you are. Take care and cherish what you have.
He doesn’t need to use his billion iq because he’s already figured out the world, and in the process, realized he didn’t need to. The true answers were already with him.
While the internet may be a chaotic place sometimes, there is always that one place where the whole world unites. Live Life, Love People, Love God, and may peace be with you traveller.
At the end of time, the last youtube employee, with what's left of the run-down office, sets up one final broadcast, the final transmission of a dying world, off into the cosmos. Every youtube video ever, shot off into space on slow waves. Only three videos pass before the man succumbs to his radiation wounds, but that new solar bank and thorium reactor are stable, set to run forever if allowed to. Millions of hours of content, years, decades, millenia, all surfing the cosmos as a final goodbye from a weary world. Some lifebearing planets, those with developed races on them, watching us, have picked it up from the start and can decode the information, with time. On others, binary proves harder, and religions, crusades, genocides are started over the meaning of these signals. Some track them, some simply take note and move on. Millenia pass, then billions of years. They still go out, still seeing beyond our world. The civilizations that found them die, others spring up and catch it in the middle. A burgeoning space empire takes interest in it, these oddities from that silly galaxy off far away, trying to show us their jokes. One great cosmic joke. They pick up our languages, figure out our speech and songs. A couple even become popular for a while. Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On Jupiter and Mars The star rides the seahorse. The words make no sense to what this is, some things about motors or something. But, at last, it reaches its end. After that, silence. The last cry of this tiny little galaxy, millions of miles off, is at last over. They've seen it, they've seen it all. The end of a planet, one they'd grown to love and feel for and identify with. And this was their final message. The death-stare of mortality itself. The dead ambitions of a people looking back on their failures and... smiling. It was okay to miss your stars, even in simple things like the little oddities of the universe, there can be great joy.
As I sit there under the moon and stars, I think of the memories that I will soon forget. My heart slows like a train stopping for the last time, my brian shutting down like the lights in a apartment building, my soul finally laying down to rest peacefully. My eyes closes as the soothing sound of the black void overcomes me. I lays as the sweet sound of mother nature reassures to me, "It's ok". My bones that were once ful of pain now have begun to relax. My emotions have begun to halt. As I drift off I say my final goodbyes. I have fulfilled my life and goals. My last breath seeps out like the first breath that seeped in my mouth for the first time. "I'm coming everyone". -The last person on earth.
On the same topic, contrary to urban legend, the final episode of Gunbuster wasn’t B&W for budget reasons, but it was said to be a stylistic choice. But if you ask me, who’s to say that it can’t be both? In many cases, beauty is like a tradition. Both may have used to have function, (or continue to in some cases) either for an item/person/society, but not anymore, and yet we cling to these attributes like the memes they are.
Life should be good for me. I'm in my junior year of high school. I have friends I love, and a crush, and a mother who loves me. But for some reason, I'm just not happy. I have no motivation to do anything, and my grades are slipping horribly. I've always been depressed, and I look like a nerd. Everyone I love hates me with the exception of my own mother, and that's only because she's been stuck with me for 16 years. People, even those I call my closest friends, constantly tell me they don't care. But my abandonment issues won't allow me to let them go. But maybe there is a point to everything. I don't give a shit if I die- never really have. But maybe, just maybe, I can push myself that little bit further. Focus on the little things in life. Like conchas and strawberry lemonade, those moments and sights and smells and tastes that make my brief love of this existence run wild. Like Patrick and his little seahorse. Not a care in the world, just enjoying this blink in time, riding a rocking horse with the moon behind him. I can't ever force myself to enjoy living. But I can enjoy the things that come to me in life. Sunsets, Evangelion, cute cats, music, chocolate, and rocking horses. I can keep living for the few that want me to. So, if there really does exist an afterlife, the people I've lost can look proudly at me. Even if I'm a depressed, bipolar, transgender piece of shit. Their little kid will come home eventually, sooner or later.
I literally watch this video almost anytime I feel anxious or sad because of just how calming it is. I aspire to be Patrick riding his little seahorse in my next life.
You lived a good life You die Before entering heaven, you see this video, with the credits being people from your life The credits finish "You can now play as Luigi"
Not taking things too seriously ISN'T good or admirable in any way. You SHOULD take shit seriously. You NEED to be able to take things seriously. The fact that such a braindead, blanket, statement garnered so much traction, is a true testament to how far humanity has fucking fallen over this decade alone. Humans aren't worth saving.
When I first learned I might have cancer, this rendition is what came to mind for consolation. Made me think more about what really mattered, and inner peace.
Patrick is simply cruising enjoying his life when asked his greatest desire in his dream scape where he is in control and could shape it how he wishes… He chose to simply ride his horse and enjoy life, he didn’t choose violence or greed he chose life itself to be at peace with one’s self and ride until day broke where he see’s his best buddy and another day on the great blue ball he calls home begins
I wish I could be more like pratrick, I mean looks at him, his face of complete serenity as he wiggles alongside the seahorse, with the music and all I wish I could be as calm and sure as him
@@haiironosora9714 yeah probably. It's fascinating to me that the past always seems so much more romantic and beautiful than when it's actually happening!
He turned smart in that episode because his head was replaced with a special type of coral. He became so smart he didn’t have the time to spend time with his friend, Spongebob. But after a few scenes he notices that friends are better than knowing everything. Be like Patrick realize that every relationship is rare and unique. Good bye stranger.
