The Life inside of Us.

We are alive.

Can you feel the life inside of you?

Can you feel the potential you have to be everything?

You are the one. You are the one who can help here. You are the one who can make this place a little bit better.

You are the one. You are the one who can make the world's daily interactions a little more genuine, a little more heartfelt, a little more sincere.

You are the one that can save us from ourselves.

You are the one that can raise us to see things that we've never seen. You are the one who can raise us to believe things that we never thought we could believe.

You are the one who can bring hope where there is hopelessness.

You are the one who can bring dreams to the shattered hearts and souls.

You are the one who can bring happiness to those who don't see, to those who don't believe.

You are the one who can save us.

You have the power.

You have the power.

Save us.

This is not a blog.

This is not a blog because I don't actually like blogging. I like writing, but I don't like blogging because blogging is about comments and followers and I don't need comments or followers. I just need to write.

I don't need friends. I need a blank screen and a keyboard. I need a place to spill my mind where the colors will go and make a mark and create a thing that can exist and be seen and be thought about and be questioned and be hated and be loved.

If you hate me, I know that I exist. If you love me, I know that I exist. But if you ignore me, I start to forget that I am here.

What words could I write that anyone would hear? What words could I write that would matter?

I want to think that I am real. I want to believe that I am here.

If I write words today and no one reads them, who will I be tomorrow?

Will I be at all?

Video Log 1: Important Things

Wisdom

I thought one thing and then I thought another.

Wisdom is not anything at all if no one knows it. It is also not anything at all if no one follows it.

If I write words and no reads them. They are worth nothing.

All existence is tied together. When one of us is falling, we are all pulled down. When one of us is rising, we are pulled up.

Belief should be chosen not based on its validity, but based on its ability to raise our minds to a level of understanding where hate is no longer an option, where selfishness is despised above all us.

Belief should be chosen based on its power to create. It should be chosen based on its power to unite. It should be chosen based on its power to endure all things, and its power to make the world safe again.

There is no use in belief that destroys. There is no use in belief that divides.

If God is evil and hates us, then that is not God. If God is good and loves us, then that is God.

If God wants us to cast each other out on the streets, then that is not God.

If God wants us to hold each other in our arms, then that is God.


If God wants us to condemn before understanding, that is not God.

If God wants us to understand before judging, that is God.

If God is merciful, then that is God. If God is vicious, that is not God.

God is good. The is no hate inside Him.


If you reject God because God is evil, then you have done nothing wrong because God is with you.

If you reject God because you are evil, then you are still evil and God is not with you.


There is no reason to reject anything at all besides that it is evil. Do not reject the falsities in your brothers and sisters. Embrace your brothers and sisters and only turn if you sense evil inside the embrace.

Trust, until you can't trust. Love, until you can't love.

Walk to the edge of the cliff to save a lost soul, but do not fall.

Walk to the edge of the cliff to save a lost soul who will most likely fall.

It is okay to see them fall. It is okay to see the dying.

And they will cry for you to jump, but you must not.

They will cry for you to slip, but be aware.

Your eyes are not sleepy.

Your eyes are always open.

home

renamed

After the City.

So I had a little thing on Sunday where I walked 20 miles until I got into the middle of Philadelphia. I posted the story on 20sb, so I don't think I'm going to repeat the whole thing. I would say the highlight of the trip would be when it was probably around 3 in the morning and I was lying on the sidewalk in the middle of the city because I felt like vomiting from exhaustion and probably dehydration from the intense sunburn I got that day.

Perspective is a good thing, I learned. I was always sort of scared of people, just in general, but lying on the sidewalk then with people glancing at me out of the corner of their eye in obvious fear, I understood. We are scared of nothing.

We are scared of the probably less than 1% chance that someone is going to try and hurt us, and we take it out on the rest of the 99% of people.

Our fear is probably something that puts us in more danger. There is no point to it.

Even if you do get robbed, if you are calm about it, it's probably going to go down a lot better. It's okay to love people even if they hurt you.

I'm not afraid of anything anymore. What is there to be afraid of? Love? Happiness? Trust? Misery? True human connection? Torment?

Okay, I am afraid of torment, but I am not afraid of people. We are all so scared of life. It's sort of cute.

okay to be.

True.

If I must speak truth.

I don't have to.

I only want to because I learn when I am honest.

I think I hate everyone.

I never want to say it because I don't want people to hate me.

I don't want people to think that I am an evil person.

It only goes away if I say it, though.

At least, the pain of it goes away if I say it.

I hate everyone because they are stupid.

People are stupid because they act without thought or the thoughts they have are not reasonable.

People are stupid because they don't believe in God when God is so obviously real. People are stupid for following evil desires when evil desires are so obviously hollow and without meaning.

I am stupid sometimes, but I am not as stupid as anyone else that I know of.

I hate people. I probably hate you. And you'll probably take offense to that because you're an idiot and think you don't deserve it. You do.

You definitely do.

I have never met anyone who doesn't.

Speak as if No One is listening.

Because it's more accurate then speaking as if anyone is listening.

Even if people hear what you are saying or read what you write, the chances that they will understand your words anywhere close to how you understand them are so very remote.

If only we realized how different we are from each other, we would not be so surprised when differences emerged.

I may like a similar thing as you do, but my reasons for liking it are nowhere near the same as your reasons. People assume too much that we are similar and are always disappointed when they realize the truth that we are not.

It is better to assume we are different and be pleasantly surprised when we are the same.

Life is not either happy or sad. You will be happy and sad no matter what you do and choose, even if you choose what is good. Even if you choose what is boring.

And if you choose the boring and good way, it will eventually no longer be boring, but always nice.

Boring is good. Don't be evil.

Don't be evil.

Too many children.

Everyone acts like children. Everyone is so whiny and self-centered.

No one grows up anymore. I think we're going to die.

I think part of being an adult is realizing that you are going to die and that it really could happen at any time.

You are not magical. You are not destined for something amazing. You are like everyone else who has just died randomly and for no reason at all.

Life is not exciting and shouldn't be exciting.

Exciting is what destroys us. Exciting is what kills our peace.

There is not a shortcut to happiness.

Happiness is a slow process and anything exciting is a lie because it says you will be happy now.

I can guarantee you won't be.

Grow up. Don't get excited. Don't get upset over the small littleness of day to day troubles. Learn well the things that will keep you together.

Learn well the way to live forever.

Chaos is empty. Anything exciting is hollow.

Grow up.

last vlog ever

I am the worst person alive.

That isn't true, but there are bad things inside me.

Most people are worse than me.

I never would have said that before, but too many people have told me what's inside them and it's a lot darker than what's inside me, mostly because they don't see how evil it is.

The darkest hate is the kind you won't admit you have.

Still, I am horrible. Horrible, terrible, horrible.

I'm a whiny child inside, and that's not cool.

I throw fits if I don't get what I want, and that's not cool.

I am better than most people(everyone will hate me for saying it), but I am not good enough.

I am not good enough. But I am still better than you.

terrible, horrible. vlog.

Am I silly? No. I am amazing.

What is going on here? You might ask.

I will answer. A blog post.

How boring of an answer.

BUT AT LEAST I DIDN'T LIE TO YOU.

Sometimes people think there are only two options. Awesome! or Boring :/.

There are actually 7 options.

1. Superfuckingawesome.

2. Supernotfuckingawesome.

3. I hate my life.

4. I have to kill someone.

5. Teletubbies rule.

6. I need some alchoholz.

7. All good children go to heaven.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY LISTS DON'T MAKE SENSE?

I will eat your dog.

The truth is that I am better than everyone.

I have met everyone in the entire world and known inside me that I am a better person than they are.

Most of them will tell me, too.

They will say, 'Master, forgive me for doubting you.'

I will say, 'Yes, my child. You are forgiven.' And I will smile. :D

You might think this post has no meaning and no direction, BUT YOU ARE WRONG.

All the words I say have meaning.

My life means something.

20SB vlog day vlog

you might want to TURN DOWN YOUR VOLUME. there is a loud buzzing or something in the background.

Back from the Dead.

Once I was dead, but now I am not dead. I had a dream that I was hollow, but I am not dreaming anymore.

There is Life inside me.

I am alive, and you aren't.

This blog is new. I don't know if I'm keeping it.

It depends on 5 things.

1. Does God love me?

2. Do I love myself?

3. Does hot food burn my mouth?

4. Do I like lists?

5. There are five things in this list.

I guess I'm keeping it.

I thought I didn't like lists, but I definitely do.

This is my new blog. Eat it up.