#276: The Purpose, Part 2

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When I was younger, I was obsessed with the question of whether God was real or not. Now, later in life, I don’t think about that question much if at all because I’ve matured into realizing that, regardless of God’s existence, we still have to try our best in our lives to leave a positive impression on the world. That, whether or not we live in a world governed by a higher power that will judge our actions in the afterlife, it’s still important for us to act justly and morally and ethically always in all the things we do. Don’t cheat, don’t lie, don’t steal. Don’t break promises, don’t act rudely toward other people, don’t lapse into bouts of anger over nothing. Treat others the way you want to be treated.

That’s what our purpose is. Whether or not there is a God, we still must act in a way that is positive. I can only hope that more people adopt this basic philosophy, so that they could stop acting so heinously towards others. Terrorism, white supremacist terrorism especially, is running rampant throughout the United States. Lonely young white boys are posting on anonymous image/message boards, planning attacks on those they feel do not belong inside the made-up boundaries of this country. It makes me sick to think about some of their attitudes, knowing that these are human beings first and foremost, but they’ve forsaken their own humanity.

If humanity is what counts, then be the best human you can be during your life, and the rest will follow. Always work towards justice and righteousness, and never allow intolerance and bigotry to fester around you. There is a world out there for us to create that allows everyone to be treated equally, but it’s a monumental task, and it won’t be easy.

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#275: The Purpose, Part 1

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I haven’t written metaphorically in a while, and I want to remedy that with some thoughts about purpose and life.

A lot of us go through life wondering what our purpose is, why we’re here, what reason we have for being alive. I don’t mean that to sound depressing. What I’m saying is, in an existential sense, there may not be a strong, set-in-stone purpose to our lives, and that might be a good thing. Isn’t it better to be free of a greater obligation, so that you can determine your own course in life? Though our lives are, in no small way, impacted by our location of birth, race, gender, sexuality, and a host of other factors, I’d like to believe in the perhaps fairytale-like dream that we still live in a world in which you can freely pursue (but not necessarily achieve) whatever career or profession you want. I completely understand that that may not be true for everyone, especially those who are wrongfully and tragically persecuted and judged by the intolerant, but I will persist in delusion for the time being if it’s my sanity at stake.

Some people, when confronted with this dilemma, look to religion and bolster their faith in a higher power, while others look inward and reflect on the lives they’ve touched, the bonds they’ve created, and the worlds they’ve visited and explored. I don’t think either option is wrong, but I think, at least for me, I’m looking in the latter direction, personally. I like to travel, I like to socialize with people who are good listeners, and I like to reflect on my experiences. I think those things alone are meaningful and significant to me, and I can find purpose in living, knowing that my experiences are meaningful in and of themselves.

#53: Duolingo

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Language. So many languages to learn, and so much to study and hear about in our short lives. Languages dominate communication, and although we live in a more “globalized” world where language differences are less problematic, if you want to be more cultured, you have to learn more languages. Unfortunately for me, I only know one language, and I’d like to know more if given the chance.

But therein lies the problem. I attribute it to chance, rather than personal initiative. Personal initiative is always much harder to take; it requires motivation, which I don’t always have in large supply. Being motivated and depressed at the same time is difficult to maintain completely. Let’s talk about this a bit, framed around an application I’ve used in the past to learn new languages: Duolingo.

Duolingo, to me, represents my inability to focus on one task for an extended period of time. It showcases, essentially, my ADD in action; when I commit to doing something, but it blows up in my face after inactivity seven to ten days later, that’s my inattentiveness showing up. When I say that I would like to start relearning Spanish, what I really mean is, “I want to commit to a long-term task and actually complete it, and Spanish will be my current endeavor.” You never know whether it will actually pan out the way I hope it to, though it often doesn’t. Here’s hoping 2019 leads myself further in that direction. I want to take charge of myself and my ambitions more, and I want to be focused rather than drowsy, taking initiative on goals that I have rather than watching them fester and explode, like a raisin in the sun.

Pardon the poetic metaphor, but I’m a fan of Langston Hughes!

#15: The Amateur

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I’m new to so many things. Being new, or a “noob,” can be overwhelming; so much information to take in and master, so many people to meet, and so much reading. But it is also an opportunity to learn, grow, and become something new, to add to your personality or identity. After learning how to write, design, and administer a D&D campaign, I became an amateur DM. Statuses can have a powerful effect over one’s self-perception. The life of an amateur involves going on quests to acquire titles to update your identity with.

Being an amateur is not necessarily a bad thing, and yet in so many ways, we look down upon people who seek learning in their studies. Think of all the times English language learners are joked at or made fun of in media or on the Internet because of their mistakes. Think of how popular grammatical and spelling errors are on “meme pages,” despite being such a common, average struggle. We look down upon the struggling and the average, and yet the average is, numerically speaking, where the majority of us are. A novice at something can be easily discouraged by outside factors, such as being mocked, when what they really need is encouragement, guidance, and validation.

I hate to see people laughed at, even if the intentions are harmless, when the person doing the laughing comes from a position of self-righteous privilege. We don’t usually consider how lucky we are, in the grand scheme of the world, to have been born in a first-world nation, let alone the country whose predominant language happens to be the lingua franca. Only learning one language in school (rather than learning four, if you were born Dutch) disadvantages us, but it also gives us the perception that our language is the most normal of all the rest.

Imagine how difficult it must be for people to learn English, in comparison to you learning Spanish or French or Italian in high school. There is tremendous value in learning languages (which is one reason why I’ve been doing more Duolingo recently; have to stay up on my Spanish studies!), as it puts you again in the amateur’s seat. You are back to being a student again, instead of speaking from a position of knowledge and authority. It can be refreshing to be an amateur every once in a while. Remind yourself what it is like to learn something new again.

Lackluster Words

The

It

To

A

The word “word”

(And its plural form)

Selfish

Independent

Wisdom

Angst

The word “the”

White

Black

Gray

Between

Or “betwixt”

Lackluster

Unimpressive

Meaningless

Mediocre

The word “ordinary”

The word is dry, like a sweltering wasteland

Surrounding a great, untouched library

Unexplored, unlimited, omnipresent.

The world demands your word.

 

 

Improvised

Big birds flying over the sunset breeze

Sick twisted men shouting in the seas

Train track thespians trekking through the trees

Sing-a-long barneys making their own histories

Male model men marching money mysteries

Wroth wrecked warlocks wrestling swiss cheese

Apocalyptic apathy apples aching to appease

Calm cool communists communing with their skis

Rampant red range-rovers readying their PCs

Dead dark dynamite dancing in the disease

Dead dark earth as the whole world freeze

 

**Alright, I want to try to explain this one a bit. I like to experiment with poetry, different styles, moods, schemes, meters. In this one, I improvised the whole thing; as in, I wrote the first line off my head and then had to continue it in a (semi)logical way. It didn’t fit well, but it was fun to do. The rest is up to you. Just continue with your first sentence and with all the sentences you write after it! Try it out. I decided to use a lot of alliteration in this one, simply because it seemed more fun to continue the poem in that way.