A trillion gazillion perspectives and ways, the billions of choices we can make

The endless universe, the unique experinces of a soul, the journey one makes.

The feelings and sensations that we have, the people and places we go, seen through the eyes of one, meeting the eyes of another. 

No one with the exact same trip, the unique fabric of a soul and what it has been through, seen, heard, touched and experince. The futile quest of some trying to define a life in simple terms, label a person with det words. Nothing is ever the same, a trip overseas ventured by one, will not experince, reflect and see the same things as another. 

The endless tapestry of our universe, spanning trillions of dimensions, stars, universes, planets and stars. The meeting of two souls, in a maze so large that it has no end. They found eachother in the glimpse of eternity.

How can we judgement what is the right way, proclaim what is the correct way of living, homognizing existence and trying to push and pull it into a crammed box. The limited perspective of some, who can only see their own life, disregarding the value and beauty of another they will never know.

Being trapped within the confines of a limited state, trying to rescue others from an experience they try to claim. To own the soul of another, steer it away from its inherent truth, to regard one as more important than another. 

When there are so many doors, so many windows of opportunity, how do we walk through the right ones. With endless possibilities, states of mind, words and actions we can take and create, what guides us in a specific direction. What ushered us to make earth our current destination in the endless pilgrimage. With the endless variety of the universe, we are now here, free to make some choices, while others made for us. 

The compass guided us here, to dance with the variations of people and places we come across. Some feel familiar and some feel new, do not dictate how others should feel and what they can do, the freedom of the soul, do not put chains and prejudice on what doesnt belong to you. The free will to indulge and dance with life, casting judgement and restrction on what we do not know or understand, with the trillions of perspectives and ways of being floating around, find the ones who will hold your hand. 

Seeing life in terms of mathematical equations

Sometimes it is easy to become trapped by our own convictions of how life is, how others see it, what fits and what doesnt fit. As if we are dealing with the pages of our school books of the past, reading through the mathematical books where we had to find only one answer, the right numbers, the correct set-up to arrive at the one and only answer the textbook urged you to pursue. People are not numbers, situations are not statistics that never change, in life there are always plenty variables. Millions of unseen and unexpected results. 

Thinking we can only fit into a certain group if we act and behave in specific ways, just like the school books with definitive answers told us. If we stray somewhat from the constructed formula, we cannot fit into the equation, we are to be self-erased until finding and expressing ourselves in a manner that is congruent with the situation at hand. 

The logistics, science and math we must learn, subconsciously takling it to heart, that two people of varying personality, are, occupation and expression, will undoubtedly lead to a clashing of elements that cannot be harmonized. We can begin to think in such ways ourselves, sometimes leading to painful thoughts of our place in this world, looking at ourselves and others, and believing that there is no redeeming factor that can unite the two or three because of big or small differences. We are all different, unique and one of a kind, to varying degrees, when we believe the differences to be too great, we can miss out on a lot of opportunities to expand and see life from a different lense. When we avoid certain situations, places, people and experinces, just because we believe it to be something that cannot possibly unified or co-exist without problematic and worrying results. A fault in the highly praised system if there is a slight deviation of what we have come to expext. That certain people should by default gravitate towards a limited range of places and people, and if pulled in an unexpected direction, we can tend to readily point fingers and try to place him/her where we believe he/she belongs and should be, based on the subtle and overt teachings of our past. 

Thinking that only the chinese can live in a house inspired by chinese architecture, that only those with 3 masters degrees can be smart,  if not, believing there must be some kind of a glitch in the supposed perfect computer system that deals in absolutes, and always ready to generate a correct answer when we need it to. A fictional computer that has foreseen all the possible outcomes, variations to whatever we may type. And if there is a suggestion of  multitude of ways, we bang the computer on the table saying there can only be one, that a virus has infested the harddrive and thus it is not processing properly. When thinking and acting in such ways, we become much like robots and comouters ourself, maybe one can be an openminded individual instead.

Shutting doors, not going out, because we believe the DNA of our souls to be immediately shunned or cast away within certain spheres and bubbles of energy, thus not even bothering to visit or check it out. Well, there is always that unknown element of which we cannot predict, and knowing that there will always be an element of surprise present, we can rule out the ideal that things must fit like tetris blocks to be seen as a viable option. That person x can only hang around y, i or f individuals, that the number 2 is always best friends with 4, that Johnny must slice the pie in 8 pieces for his 4 guests to be satisfied. Maybe one of the guests wasnt hungry, or perhaps allergic to pepperoni. 

Turning life into a malignant competitive sport of superiority complexes 

When our motives are fueled by the need to feel better than others, outrank them so to speak, we might have a problem. In life we are often fed top 10 lists of what is best, who are the greatest, what to do in order to rank higher and perform better than our friends or a random person minding his own business. An ubermench stasis that has not been relinquished, a relic from aeons ago that enforces us to believe that there is an actual caste system where we find ourselves and are given a number or status either seen as good or bad, something to be produkter of or embarrased by, something to honor or defile, somwehere we are allowed to feel content or pressured to feel like a failure. Who are seen as the strongest or weakest, whatever! Who gives a fuck about such tepid and unnessescary questions. 

Some people, wittinlgy or not take this to an extreme degree, where they indulge in sports, life, social gatherings, events, school, parties, simply to make themselves grander in their own eyes than what others are. Some people even use intimacy, chance encounters, creativity, chipsen profession, house, living situation and travel to spark the flames of the Notion that doing this or that will grant them the right to place higher on the constructed pyramid. Maybe one should instead try to be motivated to do good, contribute, makes others feel good, makes ourself feel good, be motivated to enrich, be creators of something sweet and cute, instead of swallowing everything around us to feed the ego, without giving anything back. 

What actually happens when most of our living and breathing moments is an endless chase to belittle others by trying so desperately to put them below us. When you need to stand on top of others to feel good, you obvioualy have an easily shaken ego that constantly searches for inwards validation, that for some reason never seems to arrive.A bottomless pit of shallow gratifications, that never gives you the peace you long for. 

When we compare ourselves to others, and are unjustly motivated to outdo them, outrank them just to feel a little better, the time has come to perhaps reconsider and try to find other motivations to our actions. If we work out just to reach a place we can look down on others, work hard in our careers just to feel like we have an advantage over others, travel to places just to boast about having experienced more, garner friends just to feel like we have the most, we are not being authentic with ourselves nor others. Living a lonely lie where we meticulously place others in the rankings box, assign numbers based on percieved accomplishments, look at some with distasteful scorn, while others the target of envy. 

A fragile ego that never dances with life to seek, find, love, experince, see, hear and participate, but rather choses to base and percieve everything as a perilious competition. Never acknowledging that others are fine as they are, and this never feeling fine themselves, because there is always something to do to feel more powerful and enviable. Hopping to live a life where others honor them, whilst still looking to the reaches of the sky to find someone they can surpass. The stars and universe only giving a blank response, an empty statement in return to the ones who pledge to be a force to control others. 

Overemphasis on a static and unchanging life resulting in personal loss

We can all have our likes and dislikes, something we prefer over another, who we naturally are on a day to day basis, going with the flow of our own being in kind harmoni with others.

When we are to set in our ways, overexerting ourselves in one or two spesifikke direktivets, and shutting all other options out, we can become trapped in the patterns we have set for ourselves.

When we actively shun something we are not used to, and only partane in that which we know very well, and have decided beforehand that we are too good for, or it simply is not okay for us. 

We can try to break free, and see that we do not only have to cherish, value and allow two dancing  emotions and deem other below us or as something deragatory. The same goes for other stoff as well, when we only with to partake in a specific setting tailored to the limited scope of what we allow, only giving certain people a chance, only trying out one sports activity, only using two colors in the box, only travelling to the same place at the same time, because we have convinced ourselves it is the only viable option to satisfy the confines of our experience.

Thinking happines can only be fouund in one place, with no rom for mutability or an element of surprise, that contentment is what we are used to doing, that the right and good is what we are used to and nothing else can compare in terms of value and quality. 

An element of judgement of others and other aspects of life can also quickly show up when we have shut most doors, believing the blueprint we hold and follow to be undisputable and perfect. 

Locked in the same room, with the same energies, environment and perspective, with a refusal to consider something else, within ourselves and around us. We have seen the depressive results of such ideologies and operatives throughout history and in current times, with no variety or diversity of life and individuality present. So try something new, consider a different alternative, be open to what may come, have a balance between all the shades, shapes and lines in the pictures you paint. Instead of limiting oneself to using only blue and green, with and yellow, and instead see what happens when you intertvine these colors and put them together. Try different notes to your melody, fluctuating lyrics that dare to explore unseen avenues of your mind. Limiting ourselves to only seeing one country, and possibly thinking with time there also only exists one country, is not leading to balance.

Instead of breaking the boundaries we rigidly adhere to, and step outside of what we have constructed as our reality which we can believe is far too perfect to need change.

Thinking the slightest change must have sier consequences for ourselves, that the most miniscule upheavel or change of trajectory in course of action in life or others, must be immediately rectified and brought back to its supposed authentic state. If there is something that feels or looks or in actually is different, it must be a sign of worsened conditions or somehow damaging. A change of tone, a change of furniture, somehow misplaced if slightly moved to the left or right. 

If our schedules and time is needed elsewhere, transforming and causing us to be elsewhere and partake in different activities, we somehow react with rampunge fear as if an earthquake is happening below our feet. 

The pointlessness of self-defilement

there can come a point in our life where we say enough is enough with constant self-criticism and judgement of the inherent beauty that has always been there, but has been subjected to enormous amounts of beatings and belittling.

The cause of self-defilement can be many, but when looking at oneself from a clear point of view, one begins to realize the futility of such harmful indulgence. One only needs to look at countries where every act, every spoken word, all expressions, are shunned, banished, defiled, scrutinized and damned. It quickly becomes like a wild-fire, where the people are so dissatisfied with themselves, that they literally begin to lash out, often in the shape of a whip, unto others. Even going as far as throwing others in jail, for such simple things such as loving another human being. The defilement of others, taking on such an extreme form of expression that there is nothing left but anger, violence, injustice, corruption and fear, due to the constant judgement of the self and others.

We can trace the harm far back, and see how those who are the victims of constant criticism, starts to turn the mourning eye outwards when they have had enough of looking inwards, and spiral into a damaging circle where the criticism that was once directed towards themselves, now must find and outlet and thus new victims are born. 

Nothing of any real good is found when a person is feeling so low. so used to having a dislike for themselves, so accustomed to only singing harmful hymns. The consequences can manifest itself in a variety of ways, and cause damage in unseen places and situations.

Since the ego and inside of the person is so frail. so unstable, without a solid core that they can lean on, all actions and reactions further induces an inwards beating so severe, that they can become totally crippled and left to wither without any lust for life. 

Keeping appearances together can be tough, when there is a constant battle within, telling the individual he/she is never good enough, and that there is always something that can be different, better, more refined or elevated. 

In countries and communities where such thinking is the norm, we often see unpredictable acts of violence and crimes of various sorts, because there is always something wrong that needs to be rectified, either within themselves, or in others. No natural expression of genuine flow allowed, and hysteria and massive levels of paranoia ensues due to the impossible expectations of a rigid false perfection they have set for themselves.

It is different thing when we try to do good and offer of ourselves what we can to indulge in a joyous dance of life. When our self-perception always relies on how we are percieved, how we perform, how we look, what we do and do not do, it is bound to waver. Nothing in life is static, and we are all bound to experience the changes of flow and destiny around us, but when every wave we ride causes our inner core to be unbalanced, shifted and cast into all kinds of directions, perhaps it is a sign that our sense of self needs to find other ways to be defined. When we define sense of self-worth based on how are percieved, and where we find ourself in life, and what we have and dont have, a true inner trust is lacking. An inner trust in the self, that we are of equal value, that we are just as good and perfect, even though we feel things should be different. That we do not need to base the image we have of ourselves, on monetary situations, how much we have, what we have accumulated, what we deem as great accomplishments, but instead trying to be fine and okay with what we see in the mirror, and what we feel of ourselves, despite society telling us otherwise. 

To build a strong sense of self, that is always there, not in constant competition with others, that cannot be easily swayed and turn into a sad reflection of the minds eye. 

To know that one is good enough, perfect enough, always has been and always will be, no matter how life might look. how others might percieve you, no matter in what walk of life you currently find yourself. To ride the wave of life, without letting it drown you.
to let go of the perfectionist that never sees anything as good enough, always something to be rectified, and replace it with fearless contentment. even though one has grown accustomed to the opposite.
The perfectionist will never be satisfied, constantly hungry, never full, always looking, never finding.

like insane religious sects and cults of smaller and larger proportions, that is so hell bent on casting scorn and violent screams on anything and everything they find it hard to accept, causing intense paranoia and feverish hatred that causes them to be alienated from life, and from themselves, feeling nothing but hollow hatred when knowing that everything that they want, they have denied, everything about themselves and others they wish to feel, they have erased. thus left with nothing but empty sensations, and being totally removed and far away from anything that resembles life. Only being left with death, due to encouraging the death of what is in truth beautiful. A manic zealot of insane proportions that would rather go starving for water in a dessert, because it does not come from the only spring he/she deems good enough. Like a traveller freezing to death in the arctic, due to refusing to wear any clothing that provides warmth, because it is not fashionable enough.
Like a lifeless participant in life, never going out, due to nobody meeting his/hers impossible criteria, thus left to their own devices in a cold and desolate area where everything is blocked from entering.
Nothing being good enough, not within oneself, not in others, because the person has been taught to be critical through constant indoctrination, and the spring of life quickly vanishing, due to a weird illusion that the water is not pure enough.
never expressing oneself without fearful constraint that taints the expression that just wants to be set free, the soul. Not allowing others to fly, because the wings are not of a specific pattern or color.

One quickly begins to see the lame stupidity of self-defilement when one thinks about it.

The choice of what we indulge in is always there

Sometimes we can feel like there are certain pressing causes that inhabit our minds, that steals and occupies our focus, despite knowing it only causes frustration or annoyance. 

We can choose where we let our eyes run of to, where our mind decides to run, what radio channel our ears tune into. We can choke whether to go right or left at a crossroads, turn back or walk straight ahead. By the same token we can also navigate our own experince here, to be one of more harmonic immersion. To sense where equillibrium is at its most profound, and to allow the inner guides tell us what we actually do need, and what it is okay to discard and avoid. 

You would not etter a street ripe with warnings of crime, dive into waters where there are warnings of mann shark  attacks, head outside in the middle of a dangerous tornado, or dive head first into a violent knife assault. 

In saying we do not have a choice of where we allow ourselves to be, one would be denying the existence of free will, nobody forces us to think a thought, utter specific lines, or walk in only one direct line. Unless we ourselves accept the course we are about to indulge in, we are most likely not to do it. Nobody can possess your mind and take over your brain and the signals it sends to your system, and pull the strings from within you. We pull our own strings, make our own decisions, despite being influenced by others, we cannot blame them for the free will choices we make, because the initiation to arms, was our own. 

Just like there is choice of where we buy our clothes, where we settle for a cup of coffee, what channel we watch, what food we pick our from the fridge, the choice of what we do and what we think about is also there. 

If we delve into thoughts of judgement, haughtiness, self-criticism, raging anger, or whatever it may be, no one commisioned us to allow such things to consumes our essence for a moment or longer. 

The suspected problems we have grow in accordance to the weight we attach to them

We often come across seemingly difficult riddles in life, where we are told something mest be hastily addressed and delt with due to the severity of a situation. Convincing ourselves that the reality is grave and unforgiving, and in need of immediate change. In the process we can often lose a sense of level headed calm and serenity, residing within a whirlwhind of worry and doubt that consumes the mine it has taken as its hostage. Refusal to see the presence in a different light, and having settled with the idea that it is indeed hopeless. 

We often add several layers upon layers to our self-inflicted suffering, indulging in an expansive parade wher more apparitions of fear join in every minute to enlarge the scope and validity we want to desperately believe. Having created such a wonderful spectacle of fear, and investing so much time in its intricate construction, we often fail to take a step back and let go of the invention we have become proud to display, and trying to convince others is necessary to our daily health and well-being. A crutch to lean on when we feel attending the circus of a specific kind that revolves around the conviction of our own  troubles. We dont have to indulge in the screams for attention the pesky minions crave, when responding and giving the attention away to that which only cause irritation and grief, we have willingly given ourselves over to the bland and grey figures that corrupt our days.

The more we think about these so called difficult problems, the longer they fester, the Harder they become to shake and leave. Knowing when the time has come to let go, move on, and find other pastures to frolic in. We can always move on, and leave the worries of our mind behind, without thinking the riddles we create need a definitive answer just outside our reach. Sometimes the curios things we bullishly believe to be real, are nothing but mere figments of imagination we like to keep close due to them being so easily recognizable. Sticking to what we know, instead of manifesting new ideas that venture of into different directions. 

Step outside of the parade, and recognize a fluke for a fluke, certain things exist only if we give it oxygen to breathe and water to flourish. 

The proposed hierarchy of elevated divinity

In life we are often told about what path will lead us to the imagined land of divinity, and what paths can only lead to ruin and despair. This even extends to the value we attach to things, and where the proximity should begin and end.

We are given a sheet of guidelines spoken and maintained by the society we find ourself in, as to what can offer us a sense of elevation, upflift us, how we are supposed to react and feel when presented with a scenario or compilation of things. These things are often given a ranking, devised by critics and self proclaimed experts of life, as to what will bring us to a desired state or evoke sensations that we are told we should crave. 

Exluding certain features in the process, that are poorly esteemed in the general public. Creating a pyramid of predisposed values, that defines how we should react accordingly. This framework can be found strewn across society, with little room for questions or a multitude of reactions to be allowed. 

The attept to guide us in a direction, with alluring tales of how greater exaltation can be found there, and that it is the only place you can feel a sense of peace or accomplishment. As if a luxurious castle always must be better than a quaint cabin, ignoring the chance of greater happines being found in a smaller and more secluded area. Proclaiming that certain foods are to be viewed as trash, while the more expensive quisines always will demolish other dishes in terms of what they can offer. 

Subtly infusing a sense within, that one must enjoy one thing more than the other. There are plenty of these propagandas elsewhere, such as making lists of what is supposed to be subjectively considered as good music, or terrible music. That the tunes of mozart, always offer a plate more rich and sublime, than that of techno music for example. 

But the reactions will always be subjective, and for some, a techno song about true lov might lift them to unimaginable heights of ecstasy, moreso than a mozart symphony ever could. 

A competitive battle, where certain movies are by default to be considered degenerate in quality, instead of allowing others to respond to such stimuli by their own merits. 

We might hear people speak of the simply joys of life, but how do we know that what we have adressed as smaller joys, in fact, are not the greatest. The invisible list, where a system is in place that tells us what can give greater joy, and what we should consider as lesser joys. It is often the things we call highpoints of life, but no individual should feel the need to adhere to such compliant standards. Indoctrinating books and articles, who for reasons unexplained, have the dominion over the intrinsic values of things and situations and how they should make us feel. 

A guide to what is ordinary, and what we should consider extraordinary. The moments others refer to as crowning jewels in life, what we should look forward to and consider holier as oppossed to unholy variants of expressions in life. The mass ego generating a firm consensus on the complicated and endless web of life, in a way that stifles those who reach beyond and outside of coalitions formed between masses of people. Finding comfort in the colony of a million voices, instead of noticing the faint whisper that tells you to look elsewhere. The whisper that comes from within, that something is not quite right.
A pyrmaid scheme with accepted likes and dislikes, making a false hierarchy of what we must deem enjoyable, what we are to dislike and how we are to react. If someone finds God through cars, pornography, going to the gym, music, clothing, people, friends, love, strippers, construction, movies, do not tell them that the exaltation they feel when involved with what they love is derogatory or worth less than other activities they tempt you to be apart of. The grass of inner happines always being greener when involved with other pastures.
Do not let the judgement of an unflinching mass ego dictate the personal sense of life you cultivate within and outside, the individual must always have a clear and distinct voice, unfettered by the screams of a morose party feeding you with propogating influx.
We must experience for ourself the life we wish to live, and what attracts us and we find alluring and divine, because we all have the right to explore and be a part of e dance, and know deep within, what we truly need.

The stipulation of life energy

At times we may come across people who try to eliminate various aspects of life with a justification process that involves convoluted rhetorics and incohesive justifications to halt the blooming of what they deem to be subjectively wrong. 

They often have no real evidence or proof in their reasoning as to why certain proponents of life should be met with dominant judgement and directly or indirectly banned from being expressed. 

Being on a pilgrimage to convince others that they are the rightful owners of absolute truth in a desperate attempt to manipulate the course or actions we may take. 

How we react to life, what gives us a sense of meaning, joy and elevation, will always remain subjective to the individual. What encourages the fostering of life energy from within, is not something that can be dictates or coersed into a specific direction that all are to follow. 

Life energy may be described as what makes us get up in the morning, our motivations, our longings, that which fills us with a flame from within, waiting to take desicive action. 

Life energy is the unique spark, the warm glow that radiates from within, and longs to explore a world of possibilities and meanings, searching for what feels right and true to the individual. 

The perfect quest of life, inhaling a sense of wonder for today and tomorrow. 

Being in harmony with the self, and to what the soul needs and wants. 

We are at times faced with rampant destructors of life energy, those who wish to suffocate the creation of life with strict policies devised from a need to decide how others should live and be. 

When one starts to think about it, there are destructors of life, and creators of life. Anyone who forcefully tries to subjugate others to their testimony of rightful living and expression, can be likened to ancient crusaders with a fictional cause to rationalize their pervasive intrusion unto others. 

Not giving up until they find that the world around them likens a reflection of their own subjective codes of life, wishing to establish a clone army of like-minded soldiers who will spread their ideology. There are several ways to murder someone, actually taking their lives, and taking away that which gives them life. Denying others to explore the different facets of life that might rejuvinate and give birth to a sense of wonder and delight. 

When involved in such a process, they can be likened to thieves and murderers of life, robbing the inner sanqtuary of others and replacing it with unwanted thoughts and unquestuoned compliance. Slowly but surely robbing them of all life energy that was once inherently their own, replaced with a bondage masters that has taken it upon himself/herself to be the unwelcomed suppressor of the gift of life. 

No two people react the same to specific stimuli that encourages the mind and body to impetus. We all have a unique set of tapestry, intricate and delicate, soft and distinctive, millions of remarkable factors that constitute and make whole who we are. Upon seeing an image, reading a sentiment, recognizing a face, hearing a voice, touching a body, there is no one way to react accordingly, as our response is colored by different perceptions and feelings.
To rally others to create uniformed disparancies that judges one thing, while allowing another under a  declaration to unify insted of diversification. Those that do not comply to the proposed manifesto, and find themselves oddly sad or depressed living under ideals that only results in a hollow emptiness, because the life energy they wish to express and feel, is distinctively judged.
Dead on the inside, by the command of a malignant dictator, that has amassed the voices of a mass ego to stand behind him. The mass ego leaning on each others for validation and encouragement, flocking togehter to shun the flow of life energy that exists outside of their perimeter.

When allowing, accepting and rejoicing for what establishes a sense of self, a sense of truth and love in others, we become free to follow our own path that feels correct, and corresponds to the life energy our souls wish to partake in and be an active creator of. It does not matter how right you might feel you are in your subjctive and learned curriculum, the scope of life should be bigger and more varied, as opposed to smaller and intensely uniformed.