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Catan on the end of the world It's so crazy that everyone is pretending that everything is ok. Guys the world is ending can't you see it?? WW3 is unfolding in front of our eyes and everyone just ignores it until the bombs are falling on OUR heads. Even if we make it through that all the AI companies are having ZERO restrictions on their effort to build some kind of superintelligence that will most likely wipe all of us out. The elites got us fucked up but the people are WALL E existing with the screen in front of their face floating through space thinking it has nothing to do with them. DO SOMETHING!!!!!!
LF on life and fear I am terrified of not finding the reason why I am on earth. I can't think of anything scarier than not finding the thing that make me feel complete in this life. When lost: Go do some wrid shit you wouldn't do on a normal day, break your current pattern, if you take the same walk to and from work every day you'll only ever be exposed to that routes (in)sights, take a detour, see something new. Might hit you differently
xx on life My feel-better list for when I’m sad: • Run — My current favorite workout. I go hard enough to sweat and forget what was bothering me. instant mood reset. • I watch my plants and feel their gentle, quite energy. Taking care of them is something I deeply love • Jump rope — especially when the sun’s out. I stare straight into the sun, like I’m trying to absorb every drop of light into my soul • Make myself a pretty, healthy meal, even when I don’t feel like eating. Bonus points if it looks like something from a cozy cafe. • Smile at myself in the mirror. Flash a peace sign. No one’s watching anyway. • Walk and walk and walk — until I’m a little lost, in a good way. Try to notice all the tiny beautiful things hiding in plain sight. Pretend I’m a tree researcher on a secret mission. Makes it more fun. • Watch something silly or unbearably cute. (Baby animals = instant emotional CPR.) • Listen to bright, hopeful K-pop. The kind that makes you want to dance and cry at the same time. ⸻ When life feels painfully alive and dead all at once — I try to enjoy it. These wild, messy moments will be the ones I miss someday, when everything gets too normal. Life is a game, and this is just another weird side quest. Luck is always on my side.
Honey Bunny on love Sometimes I wonder why it is SO tedious to find real romantic connections in this day and age. I know love is something we pick and not forced. So do we all prefer to not pick love because we are afraid of getting hurt or do we just choose not to because investing time, money, feelings and it may not benefit us in this fast capitalistic world? Did new media ruin our perspective on love?
i might be able to increase my income if im greedy but right now the process doesnt seem beneficial to me. I prioritize results but at the same time I believe that if the process ruins me, the results are meaningless. Just as my work cracks if I rush, so does my attitude. So I chose to let my life flow slowly at its own pace.
There is a peculiar law in Germany: Escaping a prison is not a crime as long as no harm is done to any object, any building, any person. Meaning that if you can disappear without any trace, you are free. Freedom has always come first for me. And because of that, it has also been my heaviest burden. The openings in this deer's body are at once a prison and a window. Contained, but always facing outward.
Not too long ago I read "The Prophet" and wanted to leave some words of it here. Partly in response to the other people here contemplating love. This might offer some perspective on things. Here it goes: "Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.” And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstacy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips."
Today is the day I turn thoughts into reality. I was speaking yesterday to my friend who said "I have many ideas, but no plans." It hit hard to hear that. So many ideas, notebooks, journals, so little to show for it. Today is the day we start. God bless - Astro
The last lillies A bouquet of lilies stares back at me from my kitchen table. Beautiful, fragrant, and haunting, if you will. Because they're not just lilies; they've become the last lilies. And yesterday wasn't just innocently visiting the Paris Natural History Museum, no, instead, I found myself watching the simulated thunderstorm on the ceiling, alone, somewhere in the African savanna sector, thinking, is this the last time I'll come here? And then like I hear an internal record scratch and go, “Yeah, b*tch, and it's also the first time in 10 years you came here, too.” With my Oct 1 departure date looming, it's like, every flat white, every pichet de vin, every conversation really, now gets this super fun, added meaning tacked onto it, when honestly it all needs to chill. I've got a bunch of Air France points that'll at least get me seat 47B on a Paris-bound flight for when I get to the States and realize no amount of Gatorade Purple can make up for the fact that I'm being rushed out of restaurants. I mean, how exhausting is it to live like this? “Oh and this is the last of the last of the last time I'll be here and do this and say this!” It's like, guess what, brain? Today is the last Tuesday of the first week of September of 2026. Every day has always been a last in itself and it never needed a ceremony, so why now? I did learn the difference between an Asian and an African elephant in that museum though. Part of what's fueling the last-lilies energy is that it's September and the fresh, fall energy is back in Paris - my favorite time to be here. I'm noticing I'm not done with Paris, just Paris in unbearable heat with no A/C. That's both good to know and not information that would've clicked had I not made the decision to leave. You don't get information first. You get it after you decide. It's also how I can now tell an Asian elephant from an African one by the way its trunk is shaped like a finger: I could have wondered forever about this extremely useful piece of information for my life, but sometimes you actually have to end the deliberation and take that a$$ to the museum to find out. - D
Schwinge dich auf mein Gesang o tauige Frühe des Morgens, was auch der Tag mir beschert Stähle mir Herz und Gemüt Heil dir, lerntest du früh vom Munde der Fabel die Weisheit, Welche das Leben von dir einst unerbittlich verlangt. Frühling weckt die Natur zu lieblicher Fülle des Lebens. Ringe vom Winter auch du hoffende Seele dich los. Schattende Wipfel, o schirmt mein Haupt vor den Pfeilen des Mittags. Liebe, beschirme dies Herz, wenn mich das Leben versengt. Himmel und Erde und mich selbst zu deinen Füßen verschwenden, Liebste, das einzige Glück sei mir auf ewig vergönnt. Herbstwind, wirble das Laub und zerschlage die stöhnenden Äste, doch umso fest im Grund wurzelt der trotzige Stamm. Gib mir ein mannhaftes Herz. Oh Gott, das in Freuden und Leiden stark bleibt; nicht im Triumph prahlt noch im Sturze verzagt. Nach dem vollendeten Berg ausruhen o, schönster Gedanke. Jeder begehrt es, doch wie selten gewährt es das Glück. Müde nun steh ich am Ziel. Von der sinkenden Sonne vergoldet ladet das gastliche Dach endlich zu Ruh und Genuss. Heimlich unter dem Schnee keimt schon der zukünftige Frühling. Tröste dich alterndes Haupt, jeglicher Tod ist nur Schein. Göttliche Wunder, der Nacht, wie Stern an Stern sich entzündet, und die Sehnsucht schwingt sich ins unendliche fort.
city of privacy to listen to a city the sound is distant eyes open in the dark to a mouth with no teeth city of quiet souls a construction site at night a family of day laborers sleeping inside a ghost a house they will never see city of measured vulnerability stars scatter on the night stained blanket flesh traded in a car in the morning light city of partitions night an interval between two days a line in the margin a no mans land that lingers between us city of bootlickers and murders I heard the news of darkness breathing inside daylight of words spoken by hollow men that set fire to the trees city of the quiet witness I read a bird was made so solitary it forgot its own song It needed a memory to remember how to sing city of desires territories of desire to create privacy where it should not exist city of fragile stone a broken wall casts a thin shadow a pale ruin in the night really liked this talk to me
03.09.2026 at 23:28 There are many days when I jot things down in my note. When time passes and I read back what I wrote, there are moments when I can't quite remember what moment, what emotional state, I was in. A distance forms between the me who wrote it and the me who reads it.
I want all of u to keep ur inner child alive stop taking everything so seriously I think life is serious but that doesn't mean to take everything so seriously sometimes act a bit silly laugh about stupid things and be a child once in a while the opportunities for it will become less and less because if u let ur inner child die say goodbye to your creativity
My brother is the person I appreciate most in my life. He has always been the kindest soul, and he has always been the closest to me. I felt betrayed by my own parents. They should have been the closest kin to me for eight whole years, but that never happened. They couldn’t have cared less if I went missing, or if my soul went missing. Eventually my brother came along, and that’s when I started to understand that blood is thicker than water. We stood by each other, we rolled our eyes at our parents’ idiocy, and we reminded each other that there was still hope when their poisoned minds tried to entrap ours too. Living 5000 miles apart from someone so dear to you is no easy feat. Recently we had a week to ourselves, and we spent countless nights talking, pondering our future and sharing deep thoughts we wouldn’t share with anyone else. We both got to see that we had grown so much, but never apart. We were still the stupid 6 and 14 year olds who would sit in front of the Xbox and play Minecraft. Still going out on walks to avoid family drama, even though we hate walking, lol. Still cracking poop jokes. With him, I was able to feel like it was 2016 again. To this day, even after our tumultuous upbringing, we are still amazing individuals, as well as an amazing brother and sister. We will always have each other. That is why he is the person I appreciate the most. He reminds me of how kind I can be, and how passionately I can live each and every day. - Stego
I took a good photo for the first time in a long time. I was just delighted. It made me think: "So this is what a photo is." To commemorate, I decided to put this together. Simplicity is good, you see. How pretty are the pairs eyes and the sunset reflected in them? Simple is good. When I came to my senses, I realized. I had been taking too many photos for over ten years. Since when did I become this big-headed? It's just so infuriating. I can't "do" simple. I can't "do" simple: not with creating or in my everyday life. Ugh what happened to me?? It'll be fine, probably. I have people I love, and that's why I experience moments of happiness. I know that is simple. I am getting closer now. Nice and steady. There's a nice wind blowing my way. Let's get up and go!
you're not actually meant to feel good all the time. This relentless obsession with fixing any negative emotions is the same type of logic that creates a binge culture of addiction (where we turn to drugs, food, sex, or validation to dull the feelings we're uncomfortable with). On the other hand, it can create a culture of self-optimisation, which is its own hell too. Sometimes lions mane doesn't cut it anymore. And neither does heroin. We live in a world where pleasure is everywhere but contentment is harder to find. Institutions are failing us and we've been taught to hate the people we share common interests with. In a society primed for relentless shopping (not just for clothes, but for experiences. for people, ideas, and for identities) we swapped real empowerment with better customer service. And now we're too comfortable to stand up for ourselves, because we just bought a new recliner couch and we're watching housewives of Salt Lake City season 4
Momo on nails and art For me, nails are the most powerful way to express myself. Since I was young, I was often told I was “different,” and in Japan that can sometimes feel like a negative thing. But when I discovered nail art, I felt like I finally found a way to become who I wanted to be. I’m very sensitive to people’s emotions, so I’m good at understanding what my clients truly want. To me, nails are not just decoration—they are personal art pieces. I create designs based on each client’s lifestyle, personality, and preferences, so their nails can inspire them for the whole month. It’s like a small, original artwork made just for them. My inspiration comes from everything around me—scenery, fashion, colors, textures, even everyday objects. That’s why meeting creators like you is so inspiring and expands my artistic world. I truly admire your work. When I was in Japan, I sometimes felt restricted by expectations of perfection, which made my creativity feel smaller. Coming to Australia and meeting different kinds of people has opened my mind and helped me see new possibilities for my art. I feel people here express themselves more freely, and I really love that. Recently, I also started painting on clothes as another way to express my unique style. But at my core, I am a nail artist, and what I truly love is creating art for my clients and making them happy. I’m really grateful to have come here, to learn flexibility, and to have found your work. It would mean a lot to me if I could be even a small part of your creative world. Have a beautiful day.
Jet on purpose I’ve been pondering purpose these past few weeks. And I’ve come to the conclusion that there is none. There is no higher reason as to why I was born, other than my parents being in love and wishing for a child. And that makes me glad. I don’t have to fulfill some higher destiny in order to prove my worth. I can stay the small, insignificant person I am in the grand scheme of things, and focus on my surroundings. I’ve decided my purpose is not to go out and change the world. It’s not to be a grandiose person, talked about for generations to come. Instead I’m focusing on the small things. Helping a friend move or an older person up the stairs. Small acts of kindness that won’t change the world, yet have their own impact. A small man in a big world, making an impact proportional to his existence. I quite like that idea.
I do have this belief that there will be a woman that breaks me, that I'll fully love and give myself to, full on knowing that she will wreck me. But someone told me something along the lines of this: The woman who breaks you open is not necessarily the one who destroys you. Breaking open and being destroyed are not the same thing. The image of being wrecked, giving yourself fully knowing the cost, that is not a prophecy of suffering. It might be a prophecy of finally being willing to be completely seen. The wrecking is the walls coming down. Not the self being annihilated. The self finally arriving.
Is it better to have always been unseen Or seen for a little, then not? -Queenstown
I accepted it before I understood it. For those few days, I felt as if I had slipped into the unknown, a thin layer of unreality. Rules in the world irritate me, but without them I become even more lost. I loved that accident. As if I had entered a black hole of my own creation.
Hello September September always makes me happy, it feels like my month. You know why, right? With every birthday I am reminded of quickly time passes. But it's strange how time can feel so different depending on how you choose to see it. The past year felt like a time of preparation - an important year for gathering energy and getting ready for what comes next. Curious though, what will come next? Who do I want to become? A luxurious hotel feels like the perfect place to slow down and think about things like that.
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Camerons Drei-Schichten-Modell: Es gibt immer nur Warm oder Kalt. Die erste Schicht ist die Oberfläche: Ist jemand bei den ersten Treffen offen oder distanziert? Die zweite Schicht ist tiefer, die spürt man erst, wenn man jemanden besser kennt: bist du zynisch beziehungsweise zurückhaltend - oder liebevoll? Die dritte Schicht ist der Kern. Am Schlimmsten ist es, wenn jemand Warm-Warm-Kalt ist. Du kennst die Person jahrelang, sie wirkt sowohl an der Oberfläche als auch darunter warm. Aber eines Tages merkst du: innendrin ist diese Person eigentlich kalt. Genauso gibts Leute, die im ersten Moment nett wirken, dann aber lange kühl und schroff sind, bis du irgendwann kapierst, dass sie tief drinnen doch ein gutes Herz haben, Warm-Kalt-Warm. Und so weiter und so weiter... Ich glaube ich persönlich bin Kalt-Warm-...?
me and my friend used to fantasize about traveling to europe together we'd be like yo bro imagine if we went to like italy or like spain and we are drinking by the blablabla and now that it's actually a reality i feel like im not appreciating the moment enough. I feel like that all the time like I know from past experience that when Ive done something, when Ive lived a moment, in the future I always feel like I didn't appreciate it enough. And I always try to LIVE the moment and really soak it in but no matter how hard I try once it becomes a memory I always feel like I didn't appreciate it enough. And I wonder why.
The emotional storm has passed - I've packed up my umbrella and moved on :) I feel like the happiest moment would be the transition from uncertainty to certainty Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.
kelbo The book a little life had a huge impact on me. I was aware of some mental struggles that the people around me went through but I always figured they would approach me and ask for help or something like that. Mental health was a bit mystic and unspoken of and through reading that book I started understanding how friendship and mental health are intertwined and that I need to look out for my loved ones. Only later I could fully relate to some of the struggles but the book was really eye opening to me. Also, it was amazing to see a woman describe male friendships - the characters were nothing but amazing. I would also add the Manga Vagabond which is a spiritual journey of a samurai during the.. well Samurai times. It is beautifully drawn and at least two characters are role models of mine. I always saw myself as sort of the glue in a friend group. Often, some people wouldn't get along all the time but it always seemed to be me bringing them together. I would try to make peace between them and lighten the mood, sometimes also playing along on one side, only to then completely switch to the other side and make fun (in a friendly way lol) of both of them. I always thought I would go out with a boom - being really old and just been told that I will die in a few days, I would take a bunch of drugs, ride rollercoasters and just go out like that. With everything going on in the world right now: wars, AI, end stage capitalism, I started thinking that I might not get old. This realisation has been hard for me to process tbh. I just always assumed I could live my life from start to end in a natural way and quite honestly, I am very scared of that. I really feel like myself when I create and when I am actively caught up in living life. Like going on a trip with someone I love, documenting it in whatever shape or form. That flow state of being immersed in something. Writing this right now makes me feel that. When I feel really really bad I need to do something to humble myself. I learned that often I am too obsessively thinking about ME and my own life and that in fact it is that thinking that is causing me suffering. It is hard to get out of that state but I like to go on long walks that physically exhaust me. They always seem to end up in either a very crowded or very isolated place which both serve me well. In isolation I like to find myself in a big church or in front of the sea or something like that. Places that remind me of the fact that I am very small and that my light is shining for a very short duration in the scope of the universe. Same thing with crowded places. Lost in a crowd my ego dissolves. I sometimes just like to sit and watch people pass by. I think thats also what people get wrong about this life these days. Our world is teaching us the we are the most important and should get whatever we want and its just feeding our ego and greed and everything. It feels like barely anyone is living a humble life these days. We have become so obsessed with status and posession its crazy. I hate that we have to pay in order to exist I wish it wasn't like that.
Something my mom said while we were on the phone: "You’re someone whose goal is self-actualization, not success." I used to think self-actualization *was* success. It seems my definition of success differs a bit from the world's.
ob on school I loved elementary school, it was honestly nothing but fun. I had my friends there and it was easy but for grade 5 my mom decided to try out some alternative school concept which sucked. I became very shy and didn't enjoy going to school anymore. I always pretended to be sick in order to stay home. I watched MTV and Malcom in the Middle. I knew all the episodes. When I eventually came back to school everyone would always ask me what happened to me and I could see that they knew that I hadn't been sick. I hated that they asked me that. I thought they would understand it but instead it felt like they tried to make me feel guilty. I skipped school more and more. If it hadn't worried my mom so much, I would have never come back.
why don't political systems work in a way that each party is part of the government in numbers based on how many people voted for them. Each decision is voted upon and each person is a vote. There can be a president or something at the top but that person just presents whatever the council came to towards the own and other nations. Votes are happening once a year at least and anyone can be voted. Also the topics discussed have the full scale from far right to far left ideas - fully open or fully close borders for example and then you find wherever the consensus is on that range. Also each vote should have citizen participation where everyone can vote in. That could weigh at 50% while politics are at the other 50%. In a world where people are so much more educated and informed, wouldn't it be great to trust the citizens a little more?