The state of being in which one's participation in their consciousness is no longer passive, but active; where one does not see WITH the eye, but THROUGH it.
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow July 10, 2013
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 18, 2013
When you've done something you wish you hadn't, or hadn't done something you wish you had.
To argue which is worse is an exercise in futility; for the weight of their pain is subjective: the falling out of a friendship because of an unbridled tongue, the loss of the one you love because you didn't speak up, someone committing suicide because of something you'd said. The pain is there, festering; gnawing at your soul; relentlessly reminding you of its reason for existing: yourself. There's no one else you can blame; for there is no one else TO blame. All you can do is bear this burden, because it is a burden you've forced yourself to bear. And you do so willingly- subconsciously seeing it as penance for your sins.
To argue which is worse is an exercise in futility; for the weight of their pain is subjective: the falling out of a friendship because of an unbridled tongue, the loss of the one you love because you didn't speak up, someone committing suicide because of something you'd said. The pain is there, festering; gnawing at your soul; relentlessly reminding you of its reason for existing: yourself. There's no one else you can blame; for there is no one else TO blame. All you can do is bear this burden, because it is a burden you've forced yourself to bear. And you do so willingly- subconsciously seeing it as penance for your sins.
"Nowhere can a man run- no matter how far- from that which resides in his mind's eye. In vain, he persuades himself that he's able, that he can roam the world eternally until his thoughts fall to the wayside in exhaustion, that he can outlast them as though they were bound by mortal limitations. In his delusion, he forgets that he cannot outrun himself; for his antagonist does not rest from without, but from within. Like a demon sitting on his shoulder, the imp whispers his barbs wherever he goes, piercing him with every step; and yet he continues, thinking his consolation to be measured in miles..."
Regret cannot be satisfied with distance- that is the moral of this story.
Regret cannot be satisfied with distance- that is the moral of this story.
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 24, 2013
"If only they didn't become as psychotically obsessed as they did over that thing because they wouldn't have a police report on then now if they didn't engage in that idiocy."
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 05, 2020
Where the rose-colored lenses of the mind play their trick, filtering its perceptions to see that which it chooses to see.
In infatuation, one sees the object of their affection as they wish; in Love, one sees them as they are.
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 21, 2013
When you finally amass the courage to hold your heart in your hands as you make your stand before them, and nothing less than an "I love you, too," will suffice, but there's no reciprocation. Where a response of indifference cuts as deep as one of rejection, causing the very heart you bore before them to bleed uncontrollably.
Sometimes loving someone means letting them be what you may not want them to be- even if that means being with someone else. It's hard to accept, I know, but loving them means letting them be THEM, not you. Despite how much you may want to, you can't desire otherwise, because you would be destroying that which you loved so much about them: that they are who they are. And to desire that- the destruction of that which makes them who they are, denying them of finding happiness outside yourself- because you can't have it, is to do the most unloving thing I can think of; for, in doing that, you wouldn't be concerned about their happiness, but only your own. If you really love them, then, let them be them, not you, and find happiness in their happiness. It's only if you're able to do that that can you say you ever really loved them at all. Even though you're lovelorn because their love wasn't provided in reciprocation, that doesn't make your love for them any less real. Take heart; you're worth it.
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 23, 2013
"A drunk man's words may be a sober man's thoughts, but the thought to keep one's mouth shut isn't makes sobriety not the worst thing."
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 05, 2020