Existance

The point is not to simply exist. The point is not to bow your head in mindless agreement. The point is to search, to live, to create your own rules as you create your own game that you play in life. To have thirst for creating, for doing, for feeling, for the overwhelming discomfort that the becoming offers and the small glimpses of peace. So don’t ask what’s the point, create the point. And if it’s lacking, it is you who need to will it into existence.

Butterflies are the hottest of models, flaunting their beautiful gowns and harmonious bodies, each with their unique style. You’ll find them in all colors, shapes and sizes, but beyond their innate physicality- their natural state of freedom is what truly empowers me. A butterfly reminds me of life’s enchantment and wonder. Their grace and vulnerability transports me beyond words; to the mystery of my own existence.

Three guys walk into a hotel and need a room for the night. The hotel manager has stepped out leaving the bellboy in charge. The men approach the front desk and ask for a room. The bellboy says “That will be $30”. Each man takes out their wallet and hands…

Deluging thoughts We linger on Earth till death, isn’t it strange? What is life after death? Why do things happen the way they do. There are things in the world that remain unanswered for a purpose, the sphinxlike reality will never be conspicuous to our eyes. On this planet, we…

You find existence in constant sadness-dullness, self beating you find existence in Dopamine or being euphoric but on the ground you loose yourself.

Ever wondered how everything came into existence? Different species, planets, solar systems, and ultimately the universe. Who put that there, who asked for it in the first place? And probably the most important question- Why does anything have to exist? If there was nothing, well, wouldn’t everyone be happy? …

aaaaaeeeeaaawwwaaa she says yellow black eyes looking up though that noise is high pitched and the command it issues is unclear still it is a statement have no doubt to me to the universe that she exists

Why are we living out lives , to find love , to get married , to get children , to be successful in a business , to be a great artist , to beat someone in life you know , to make someone jealous . What is the purpose ? And why is there a purpose ? why do we even exist ? Will something change if we leave ? Or something would have been different if we weren’t here in the first place ? who will decide all of this ? And why he decides ? Can’t earth function without me , or any of us ? What if humans never evolved from monkeys or what if we evolve back to monkeys ?

The Story of Balance (2); The Inner and Outer Self Is the happiness inside or outside us? Where should we look for our ‘balance’? In the previous story, I used the concept of ‘homeostasis’ as an example of balance in our biological bodies, but the concept of ‘balance’ has other…