pa para paradox....
I admit it...I'm paradoxically girl...
it is kindda Fun huh ?
I admit it...I'm paradoxically girl...
it is kindda Fun huh ?
Another way of stating the fundamental conflict in my mind
My drive to specialness, to individual identity is but the drive to avoid relationship, which, in any ultimate sense, is impossible. Therefore, as long as I persist in the belief
Pain ? the pain engendered by this split cannot be wished away and can only be pushed into sub-consciousness and projected onto something seemingly external.
wish you were there...
I lean my head against the car window, watching the scenery zip by, a tableau of dark green fir trees dotted with snow, wispy strands of white fog, and heavy gray storm clouds up above. It's so warm in the car that the windows keep fogging up, and I draw little squiggles in the condensation. Happy to be in a warm car with my sonata and my family. I close my eyes.
PS: thanks for being my friend.
there comes a point in your life when you realize who really matters, who never did, and who always will.
The need to belong
Humans are
social animals. Evolutionarily speaking, it is fair to say that social bonding
has helped us survive. It is a tough world out there, and we have a lot better
shot at thriving if we're sharing resources and responsibilities, protecting
and supporting each other in groups. The is not say you need to be joined at
the hip with everyone-our social needs have to be balanced with our autonomy,
or sense of personal control, so we feel both connected and independent. However,
sometimes we are denied that sense of belonging. We have all experienced the
pain of being ignored or rejected at some point in our lives. It is worse than
just about anything. The evidence for this is bundant - one recent study
suggested that teenagers who had a sense of belonging to their community had
better health and emotional outcome than those who did not feel like they
belonged. Cultures all over the world actually use ostracism, or social
exclusion, as a type of punishment whether it's kids in time-out, adults in exile,
or prisoners in solitary confinement, separation feels like a punch in the gut
TUNISIA...A HAPPY FAMILY
GOAL: To visit 6 countries by DECEMBER 18th, 2024
CURRENT STATUS: 1/6
the first step toward my new goal if visiting Six Countries
December, 19 th, was the day when I took the first step toward that dream I set recently, I always read about how much amazing is to travel but I never knew how much wonderful and extraordinary is to try and experience it urself...
It was fast, yeah I believe that I became more able to use the SECRET more than any other time, and I own that to first my God Allah and then to the environment where I live, my friends, my teachers and every single person I knew even the people I don't....this is what I believe it made me build a great understanding to how live this journey...
Fisrt Day:
it was Friday. I like Fridays for its blessings. Its the day of rest and Couscouss, I woke up on my mother's voice, it was cold and I could barely open my eyes. I wished to sleep for just five minutes but in the end I woke up, I brushed my teeth washed my face as fast as I can- I have always been the slowest person in preparing herself in our home- so I kinda hate to give the same impression to my cousin and aunt that I gave to my family....
By the time we got all our stuff out in the driveway, it was clear we had a space problem. Mom and my aunt started going through everything and wondering how we could fit all our staff in the car.
but we did...continued
CURRENT STATUS: 1/6
the first step toward my new goal if visiting Six Countries
December, 19 th, was the day when I took the first step toward that dream I set recently, I always read about how much amazing is to travel but I never knew how much wonderful and extraordinary is to try and experience it urself...
It was fast, yeah I believe that I became more able to use the SECRET more than any other time, and I own that to first my God Allah and then to the environment where I live, my friends, my teachers and every single person I knew even the people I don't....this is what I believe it made me build a great understanding to how live this journey...
Fisrt Day:
it was Friday. I like Fridays for its blessings. Its the day of rest and Couscouss, I woke up on my mother's voice, it was cold and I could barely open my eyes. I wished to sleep for just five minutes but in the end I woke up, I brushed my teeth washed my face as fast as I can- I have always been the slowest person in preparing herself in our home- so I kinda hate to give the same impression to my cousin and aunt that I gave to my family....
By the time we got all our stuff out in the driveway, it was clear we had a space problem. Mom and my aunt started going through everything and wondering how we could fit all our staff in the car.
but we did...continued
Time is unity
Electrical
impulses, every cell knows and talks to every other cell, they exchange a
thousand bits of information between them per second. Cells group together,
forming a giant web of communication, which in turn forms matter, cells get
together and take one form, deform, reform. Makes no difference, it is all the
same.
Humans
consider themselves Unique, so they rooted their whole theory of existence on
their uniqueness. “One” is their unit of measure. But it is not, all social
systems we’ve put into place are a mere sketch, One plus one equals two. That
is all we have learned. But one plus one has never .equaled two. There are, in
fact no numbers and no letters. We have codified our existence to bring it down
to human size to make it comprehensible. We have created a scale so that we can
forget unfathomable scale. But if the humans are not the unit of measure and
the world isn’t governed by mathematical laws, what governs all that? Film a
car speeding down a road. Speed up the image infinitely and the car disappears.
So what proof do we have of its existence? Time gives legitimacy to its
existence. Time is the only true unit of measure. It gives proof to the
existence of matter. Without time, we do not exist.
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