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first journal entry
instinct (n. in'stingkt; adj. in*stingkt') n. 1.) Biol. & Psychol. An innate tendency or response of a given species to act in ways that are essential to its existence, development, and preservation. 2.) A natural aptitude; knack - adj. Animated from within; alive.
Today I posted 3 new poems and decided to begin this journal. "Planet Suicide", "The Life Of The Heart", and "Love Is Like An Onion" are the poems I posted. I am now deciding to post 3 poems every 2 weeks (let's see how long that idea lasts). I have too much I want shared and the more I write the more I feel like sharing. Things get shuffled around in the forums frequently and wonder if my old poems will ever get read upon like I do to the older one's that become forgotten by people who just want to post and have their threads read. I don't understand that, if you have a passion for feelings, why not read all you can? There are many great poets in the poetry forum, too bad many don't want to discover them like I have or have tried. Years of poetry here to read.
I have also posted some protests. All I ever hear in them is complaining and not enough action being taken. The people protesting have the knowledge right in front of them but it's just bitching. So I might give up on that forum, I kind of now see it as protests=bitching. I wish it could be another way like protests=taking action to prevent the wrongs.
Well, time is running out. Back to the life of observation and instinctual behaviour until the next journal entry...okay, so I've gone back and changed some things in this entry. Sometimes things don't make sense in your mind after you read them and sometimes it takes time to realize your errors (ie. spelling). The computerized update malfunctioned the last time I updated this entry so the original entry was lost, can't remember all of what I put. (damn it!). When you live a life of instincts, things can change rapidly.
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I also wonder why everyone wants to dress similar to each other. Hell I want to dress like a Jedi, a Hobbit or a Wizard. I don't feel like everyone else so why dress like everyone else year round? I think I might stand on a street corner with signs of some sort of wakening thoughts or encouragement dressed like a Jedi one of these days. I don't know, I'm just tired of being like everyone else.
So I changed my idea on keeping all titles as numbers only. I figured I'd have a hard time remembering where exactly things are within my thoughts. Best to label it out.
and yeah, the vast majority of the human race sucks.
Manifesting your dreams does not depend on your education, on your ethnicity or heritage, and in no way is it determined by your environment. It is only the result of how and what you think!"
This was taken from a quantum theory site. In simpler terms quantum is the study/theory of possibilities. The documentary/movie "What the Bleep Do We Know" explains a lot of this well. If you haven't seen it I highly recommend it. We have the voice and intention, we have the power to make a great change. I say we should do it instead of intending to look away. I encourage any to look into quantum physics/mechanics/theory. It is a vast field that staggers the imagination and mind.
In any event, I expect now that he wants to run home to mom and her "lying" problems...when he leaves I expect to be posting more poetry and such here on the forums. I now see much more clearly that one thing or being can have such an influence to the point when you're living through it you don't even realize how badly effected you really are.
for those of you who do view my journal and don't read my first posting and also to keep the definition fresh in my mind, here is the definition of instinct:
instinct (n. in'stingkt; adj. in*stingkt') n. 1.) Biol. & Psychol. An innate tendency or response of a given species to act in ways that are essential to its existence, development, and preservation. 2.) A natural aptitude; knack - adj. Animated from within; alive.