ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ
ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
Another day. Another Monday. What was this day about? I couldn’t get out of bed, as the duvet covers were too cozy. Leisurely, I make my way into the kitchen, brew two cups of coffee, both for myself, find my book and immerse in the literary world of Patti Smith. “What a way to start the week!”, I think, giggling softly at my unhurried Monday morning. I open my laptop and dive into my schoolwork, completing tests and quizzes on American history. I remember that I promised my mom I would take my passport photos today, so I play a blues playlist, get ready — crisp black shirt, rings, old grey-green pants, notebook, sheet music for my lesson later — and get outside. Another cold day, and many more to come.
It’s evening. I come home from music school, my cheeks are red from the cold air. My father got home after spending 6 days in Scotland, and as he presents me a mug and a small souvenir statue that he bought for me, I make some green tea, continuing to listen to his travel stories. Why didn’t I go with him? Was it my sense of responsibility holding me back? Was I scared of not being able to hike in Scotland for many hours straight? “Think about it in the shower”, my inner voice says to me. I imagine traveling around the UK with a friend. I imagine how I would order coffee, what I would read on a train to, let’s say, Brighton, what coat I would wear. Maybe someday; maybe someday, I hope.
photo from London— I was a wearing a dress I bought earlier that week, having a pre-theatre dinner in a small french restaurant in Soho, and about to walk to Trafalgar Studios to see Orlando Bloom perform in “Killer Joe”. It was sunny.
In Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, a group of prisoners are chained inside of a cave facing a wall, where they have remained for their entire lives. Behind them is a fire, and between them and the fire is a group of puppeteers that use objects to cast shadows onto the wall.
To the prisoners, the shadows represent all of reality. It is not until one of the prisoners escapes that he can witness the objects first-hand and conceive of reality’s true nature. This escape, of course, symbolizes the practicing philosopher.
In terms of the beliefs we hold, are most of us like Plato’s prisoners? Unless we philosophically examine our own ideas and convictions, they’ve likely been shaped by the thinking of others, like puppeteers casting shadows on the wall.
The puppeteers can take many forms: our favorite news outlet, a charismatic individual we believe to be infallible and never question, or a group we identify with and allow to dictate our every belief. In each case, we allow others to do the thinking for us, without exposure to competing viewpoints or consideration of the historical depth and complexity of the issue at hand.
To escape from the cave is to resist this influence, to escape the superficiality of contemporary debate and to engage more critically and deeply with the big questions. Does God exist? What is the role of religion in society? What is the foundation of morality? What is the proper role of government? Rather than relying on the latest self-help guru or political pundit, it’s best to frame these issues as a dialogue between the past and present, informed by what the great thinkers of the past had to say on these topics.
As Albert O. Hirschman said: “This is probably all one can ask of history, and the history of ideas in particular: not to resolve issues, but to raise the level of the debate.” The deepest questions we can ask, the questions that mean the most, are always more complicated than they appear. The purpose of philosophy, and particularly the history of philosophy, then, is not to conclusively solve these problems, but to learn to ask and answer them with a higher level of sophistication than is normally achieved.
"Ankit was basically very small that his family had some gap in communication . He use to stay with his mom and his dad was in somewhere else . He saw when ever his dad came to home he use to stink in the bloody smell of bad vibes and use to always beat his mom and he was unable to do anything . Sometimes scolding , many times abused physically mentally emotionally ! He knew that his parent had a love marriage but still this happened. it's not like they had different relation or anything like that but they still can't get what in between that that is annoying them . Ankit have always see them In this way. We go to family function and there everyone is like "their love is forever" but we know the reality ! We know how everything turns into a war in home !
And basically Ankit is thinking if he will marry you then your love would also break ! That's the reason he says no that's the reason he don't want this shitty stuff of marriage . He wants to be with you for life and want you to be happy ." Said his brother
Tia was shocked
She was like how can a person fake from years !
He rushed to him and saw that he was look at their pictures and was crying .
She went hugged him , slapped him , shout at him , hit him , cry on him and kissed him and said " I love and that's all Matter to me I don't want anything which you don't want "
Sad but yet an Happy ending
Tia and Ankit never got married they stayed in a living relationship and also had a baby and ofc a doggo !❤️ They never got married but who said that if you don't marry then you won't be able to live !❤️ .
Everyone do have a story so don't judge!❤️ .
Again this picture is not mine ! It's The person tagged !❤️ Thank-you for the picture
So they have been in a relationship with her since years !like seriously for years ! Approximately 6-7 years .
Both of their family knows about each other relationship and mostly importantly , I guess not the world which they live didn't knew about this but the world which they made knew about this .
So now she thought of making this happen and she put up her first salary on all the decorations they both the sky full of stars , fireflies , slow hind old romantic music and she was just dressed in they he wanted once her to be in ! She can hold his hands and finally bow down her knees and proposed him for the beautiful relation of marriage!❤️ But the boy was not seemed to be happy after some moments and said NO .
The girl felt heart broken . Of course it's a general fact that she will but she never expected this from him they have been in a relationship and cut to their family knew about this ! So what happened ? Why this sad ending ? Why this heart broken ?
The boy went to bar drank that day . Completely high but he forgot that his girl was not with him to support him , to hold him , to hug him and say it's ok . No doubt he was surrounded by the world where people lives but not his world was beside .
He went back home . Kept the car and shouted at his mother and father like hell . They never saw him shouting at this way
This way was just like a wild animal who looses the temper . And blamed his parents for all this ! .
"He showed his two sides of colors. The original colors of men ! " Said her friends ! .
*Everyone do have some shots of past and sometimes they hid even from themselves and if you blame someone like that then do know the reason * *CONTINUED IN THE NEXT POST*
This picture does not belong to me . The person is tagged in the above picture!
אחת ההחלטות שקיבלתי השבוע בחו"ל היא שאני רוצה לבלות יותר עם זוהר. הרגשתי שככל שנפלאות מתקדמת זה הופך להיות לי קשה יותר.
הפכתי לאבא דוחה.
הכל דוחה למחר, דוחה למחרתיים.
והנה היום היה לי יום עמוס וכבר שקלתי לדחות או להזיז את פגישתנו, אבל בסוף החלטתי שזה קדוש,
גדול ממני, בזה אני לא נוגע.
הוא סיפר לי שחיכה לזה כל היום בביה"ס,
אז יצאנו לאכול סושי ולדבר על החיים💖
One of the decisions I made this week abroad is that I want to spend more time with Zohar, and I felt that the more advanced it was, the harder it became for me.
I became a repulsive father.
Everything is repulsive to tomorrow, repulsive to the morrow.
And now today I had a busy day and already considered postponing or moving our meeting, but in the end I decided it was holy,
Larger than me, I do not touch that.
He told me he'd been waiting for it all day at school,
So we went out to eat sushi and talk about life
These flowers and I have been connected for a long time now. There was a time when I was alone. Sad, lost and in despair. It was my birthday and I had nothing to make it a happy one. You came with a single rose. You're filthy rich and you could buy anything but you got a rose. You got me a little red rose and you said I looked really pretty in the pink gown and that I only deserved the rose. One little red rose. I never really gave much importance to that incident until today. I gifted roses to her. She was my love and my one and only. I gifted her roses and she was excited beyond anything. She was happy and I lived for those twinkling eyes and the way they lit up when I gave her the flowers. Sadly, I lost her, too. She posts about flowers now a days and I can't help but feel sad that she never cared for the ones I gave or even thought about it before abandoning me. Then came her into my life. She became my muse, my inspiration, my everything. She transformed me into a new being, gave my life purpose. And it was all roses and blossoms every day. But then she got angry. Anger isn't good. Her anger led her to say horrible things that inflicted scars upon me and opened up my wounds. I will never deserve those flowers. That's what she said and I was shattered to pieces. Today I am here, again lonely and sadly, crying alone. You have been gone for a long time but I still texted you, reminding you of the rose you gave me on my birthday and coincidentally you had a rose on you at that very moment and you showed it to me. And I smiled. I smiled, realizing how happy you made me on my birthday. Sometimes life and people can surprise you. Sometimes you get pretty flowers and sometimes you don't deserve them.