Never imagined how it is, going to beach not to swim but to enjoy the sun. The feels of the sands on my hands, the ever constant and ever so cool see breeze, people in such a state just as if to exhibit themselves under the broad sunlight, talking, laughing, playing, reading, listening, etc. Jumping into the water, getting out of it, dry yourself under the sun, then comes the fatigue, with such a consolation to your body and mind. Having the time to do nothing, the luxury of it, to feel the impulse and realizing it, just to go under the sun, having people to come with, just lying down on the sands, feel the weight of the sunlight, embraced with the sea breeze, things fazes away, going into some sort of silence within yourself, as in zen. And what styles they have, as if they have been prepared for it all their life, just to be there, enjoying it.
As we picture notions on our cortex, there is no way for us to do without images and abstract notions that comes with the whole perceptions of things around. Nothing exists as it is, a standalone object that defies associations and relations to some of what not in our world. The working of our minds are simple in some way yet it involves the whole world as it is in front of us. It has to come with the whole thing, that sets up in such a way that appeals to our reasons as well as our senses. Are we free to feel in this modern world? Not in the way that you would like. Feeling is a luxury of those who are truly free, in their deeds and in their feelings that come with social consequences. Who has that sort of freedom anyway?
You would direct your thoughts in some way in that would make yourself and your world to be safe and sound. Enjoying the sun, the water, the feels of the warmth of the sand underneath, holding it, watching it slips through your fingers, and you are never be free. The worldly bondage binds you firmly to every thoughts that may come up in yours; why is this making you feel this way? What are you looking for, in doing it? What do you recognize in others? What enjoyment of it, how much can you get out of it? Why is it just all right to be like this at all?
Some of the answers are, not exactly hard to get; it's the people and the way they are. They make up the world; which invites you to the whole new sets of goodness and badness, rules and restrictions, rewards and honor. Once you recognize and understand the world that they have, it is of yours, you can claim it as your own. The beach, the beautiful beach, the time to spend, the wonderful feels of it, and the things that I look for and how you find them. What rules? How far can you get? How it is to get hold of it. And just why is it? What are the feels that you have right now? Should you deny it, or just treasure it? How do you make account of it? And the consequences are?
The simple pleasure of life, the tiny piece of the world, the quietness of it, are that you should insist as of your own. Yet so many seem to have claim of it. No one can deprive me of this tiny piece of world that hangs in front of me; and such a weak existence that we are. The every hope of ours, are subject to the claims of others. You look for it, and claim it as your own; your world is, absolutely yours, a simple life at a quiet corner of the world, We must proclaim loudly; our feels are of our own, deepens when we set it so; my sets of values; your sets of values; I value some things and not others; that is what we are, what makes us as a human being.
As we picture notions on our cortex, there is no way for us to do without images and abstract notions that comes with the whole perceptions of things around. Nothing exists as it is, a standalone object that defies associations and relations to some of what not in our world. The working of our minds are simple in some way yet it involves the whole world as it is in front of us. It has to come with the whole thing, that sets up in such a way that appeals to our reasons as well as our senses. Are we free to feel in this modern world? Not in the way that you would like. Feeling is a luxury of those who are truly free, in their deeds and in their feelings that come with social consequences. Who has that sort of freedom anyway?
You would direct your thoughts in some way in that would make yourself and your world to be safe and sound. Enjoying the sun, the water, the feels of the warmth of the sand underneath, holding it, watching it slips through your fingers, and you are never be free. The worldly bondage binds you firmly to every thoughts that may come up in yours; why is this making you feel this way? What are you looking for, in doing it? What do you recognize in others? What enjoyment of it, how much can you get out of it? Why is it just all right to be like this at all?
Some of the answers are, not exactly hard to get; it's the people and the way they are. They make up the world; which invites you to the whole new sets of goodness and badness, rules and restrictions, rewards and honor. Once you recognize and understand the world that they have, it is of yours, you can claim it as your own. The beach, the beautiful beach, the time to spend, the wonderful feels of it, and the things that I look for and how you find them. What rules? How far can you get? How it is to get hold of it. And just why is it? What are the feels that you have right now? Should you deny it, or just treasure it? How do you make account of it? And the consequences are?
The simple pleasure of life, the tiny piece of the world, the quietness of it, are that you should insist as of your own. Yet so many seem to have claim of it. No one can deprive me of this tiny piece of world that hangs in front of me; and such a weak existence that we are. The every hope of ours, are subject to the claims of others. You look for it, and claim it as your own; your world is, absolutely yours, a simple life at a quiet corner of the world, We must proclaim loudly; our feels are of our own, deepens when we set it so; my sets of values; your sets of values; I value some things and not others; that is what we are, what makes us as a human being.