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username:
SarcasticFallenAngel
name:
Aesir
gender:
Genderfluid
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I lay there and just take a moment to feel. The wind grazes my skin and ruffles my hair, the smell of nature fills my lungs and as I watch the sky I am in awe of how beautiful and breathtaking the planet is, but we tend to forget it or take it for granted.
The clouds always catch my attention, forms shifting and molding into figures I make sense of. Sometimes they evoke a past memory that is still ever present in my mind, and at other times they send me through bouts of inspiration and fantasy.
I often find myself daydreaming with my eyes lost in the sky yet faraway from it into the world of "what if"s. I think about what would happen if our fantastical stories of medival times, wizards and dragons were true. What if I was to one day wake up and find that I'm able to see just beyond the veil of rationallity.
And at that point the thought of the universes vastness takes over. We are but a mere breath in the continuum space time, nothing but a blink in the life of galaxy. At times nihilism accompanies me throughout these thoughts, but on other's I think about how it's taken thousands of millions of years for the planet, the universe, to settle into a set of conditions in which our lives have been possible and can be sustained. How we've lucked out or maybe destined to appear at such a moment in this specific planet in the galaxy and dimension and while maybe nothing has a real purpose, we can make a purpose for ourselves.
With that in mind, I reel back to more mundane thoughts, like assignments I have to do and commissions to finish. I question what relevance they have and then remember just as myself they are but a passing moment that may amount for something bigger and settle with simply getting them done.
I take one more moment to admire everything one again, feel the grass beneath me, hear the birds singing, the warmth on my skin from the sun's kiss. One day I will belong to the earth in laying on which has seen me grown and eventually see me undone like many others for millenia, and I find it both pessimistic and oddly relaxing, maybe even alluring. We're part of a natural cycle that will continue till the end of our days as a species and surely till the end of the earth's cycle, of there even is an end to it.
But anyways, there's things to be done, memories to make and assignments for the next day, so I get up and head home.
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username:
SarcasticFallenAngel
name:
Aesir
gender:
Genderfluid
｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆｡
I lay there and just take a moment to feel. The wind grazes my skin and ruffles my hair, the smell of nature fills my lungs and as I watch the sky I am in awe of how beautiful and breathtaking the planet is, but we tend to forget it or take it for granted.
The clouds always catch my attention, forms shifting and molding into figures I make sense of. Sometimes they evoke a past memory that is still ever present in my mind, and at other times they send me through bouts of inspiration and fantasy.
I often find myself daydreaming with my eyes lost in the sky yet faraway from it into the world of "what if"s. I think about what would happen if our fantastical stories of medival times, wizards and dragons were true. What if I was to one day wake up and find that I'm able to see just beyond the veil of rationallity.
And at that point the thought of the universes vastness takes over. We are but a mere breath in the continuum space time, nothing but a blink in the life of galaxy. At times nihilism accompanies me throughout these thoughts, but on other's I think about how it's taken thousands of millions of years for the planet, the universe, to settle into a set of conditions in which our lives have been possible and can be sustained. How we've lucked out or maybe destined to appear at such a moment in this specific planet in the galaxy and dimension and while maybe nothing has a real purpose, we can make a purpose for ourselves.
With that in mind, I reel back to more mundane thoughts, like assignments I have to do and commissions to finish. I question what relevance they have and then remember just as myself they are but a passing moment that may amount for something bigger and settle with simply getting them done.
I take one more moment to admire everything one again, feel the grass beneath me, hear the birds singing, the warmth on my skin from the sun's kiss. One day I will belong to the earth in laying on which has seen me grown and eventually see me undone like many others for millenia, and I find it both pessimistic and oddly relaxing, maybe even alluring. We're part of a natural cycle that will continue till the end of our days as a species and surely till the end of the earth's cycle, of there even is an end to it.
But anyways, there's things to be done, memories to make and assignments for the next day, so I get up and head home.
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