When it comes to a point when a man cannot fully function to his utmost efficiency, it is not only necessary but absolutely required for him to repair and rectify his methods, thoughts, and basic beliefs so he can perform to his fullest.
I, Timothy Biley, has caused great harm to himself and his relationship with other beings:
I put myself down when I made the correct decision. I lost my trust on all those I loved. I based my actions on evidences that are questionable and unreliable. I forgone my objective reasoning and replaced it with my inclinations. I allowed every negative action done to me to corrupt my views on human nature and human interaction. I allowed my discomforts to make me depressed.
In order to repair my harm I will
Base my decision solely on reason and what is required as determined by the Good. Separate the actions of one individual to from another, one person’s actions will not affect my judgment on another. Analyze each choice and evidence without bias and favoritism to determine the better and/or most right outcome. Use my discomforts as a way to not determine what not to do as evidence and not as a punishment.
With this declaration, I will fix my corrupt reasoning and principles and if, at anytime, it does not work, I will change my reasoning and principles so I can function to my fullest.
The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinúviel was dancing there To music of a pipe unseen, And light of stars was in her hair, And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold, And lost he wandered under leaves, And where the Elven-river rolled He walked alone and sorrowing. He peered between the hemlock-leaves And saw in wonder flowers of gold Upon her mantle and her sleeves, And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet That over hills were doomed to roam; And forth he hastened, strong and fleet, And grasped at moonbeams glistening. Through woven woods in Elvenhome She lightly fled on dancing feet, And left him lonely still to roam In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound Of feet as light as linden-leaves, Or music welling underground, In hidden hollows quavering. Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves, And one by one with sighing sound Whispering fell the beachen leaves In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far Where leaves of years were thickly strewn, By light of moon and ray of star In frosty heavens shivering. Her mantle glinted in the moon, As on a hill-top high and far She danced, and at her feet was strewn A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again, And her song released the sudden spring, Like rising lark, and falling rain, And melting water bubbling. He saw the elven-flowers spring About her feet, and healed again He longed by her to dance and sing Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came. Tinúviel! Tinúviel! He called her by her elvish name; And there she halted listening. One moment stood she, and a spell His voice laid on her: Beren came, And doom fell on Tinúviel That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes Within the shadows of her hair, The trembling starlight of the skies He saw there mirrored shimmering. Tinúviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise, About him cast her shadowy hair And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore, O’er stony mountains cold and grey, Through halls of ireon and darkling door, And woods of nightshade morrowless. The Sundering Seas between them lay, And yet at last they met once more, And long ago they passed away In the forest singing sorrowless.
“Are you not ashamed of your eagerness to possess as much wealth, reputation and honours as possible, while you do not care for nor give thought to wisdom and truth, or the best possible state of your soul?”—Plato: Apology (via fuckyeahphilosophy)
On the unlikely chance that you are reading this...
I still feel the same toward you. I can’t help it. I can’t promise you that I’ll be over your rejection quickly because last time it took me a long time to get over her. If I’m acting stupid or if I get you upset, please forgive me. I’m still hurt. You still haunt me.
But remember, I had feelings for you because you were the person I trusted the most. Imagine you were in my situation where you never fully trusted people, then somebody came that you trusted completely. It is very difficult not to have feelings.
I just hope you understand why I have feelings for you and why I act the way I do. I miss talking to you. Not being able to spend time with you is driving me insane.
Please understand and please forgive me when I do something wrong.
I really thought things could go back to normal like it was before. Now I know I am wrong. I still can be friends with her, but I can’t be a “really good friend” like she said and how I wanted. I can’t put myself to completely trust her anymore. I get annoyed not being able to talk to her anymore. I hate it that she won’t set aside time to help heal my trust in her. I became jealous. I became selfish. I feel like I only want to be in a relationship with her. What a great friend I became!
Thank you, Tim, for fuckin up your life once more.
February 17, 2009 “I sat in the passenger seat of a car that overlooked the city lights. As beautiful as it was, the city lights were not the objects of my stare as i looked out the window. I was searching the sky. It had been raining and I was hopeful of a star coming out to greet me.
I can somewhat relate. But let me post a quote from Annie Hall:
"I thought of that old joke, y’know, the, this… this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, ‘Doc, uh, my brother’s crazy; he thinks he’s a chicken.’ And, uh, the doctor says, ‘Well, why don’t you turn him in?’ The guy says, ‘I would, but I need the eggs.’ Well, I guess that’s pretty much now how I feel about relationships; y’know, they’re totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and… but, uh, I guess we keep goin’ through it because, uh, most of us… need the eggs."
I’ve been single my entire life, hell, I never been able to get a date. I got rejected by every single girl I’ve wanted to be with. It’s gotten to the point where sometimes I don’t even care anymore. Some days I hate the idea of romance. Some days I adore it and can’t live without it.
It’s really irrational especially with the friend zone and all. I still don’t understand the logic behind it and it drives me mad. But I know I have to live with it because I need the eggs.
Sorry if I’m responding to a personal post even though I don’t really know you that well, but I like talking about these things.
You can’t stand up for something and fight with something you’re trying to fight against. It’s like throwing water at someone who’s drowning, or matches into a burning building.
Something that I’ve held back for a while:
I was worried, I must admit.
Lately, I’ve been trying to be critical of…
There are two points I want to discuss.
1. In a college environment, I’ve always believed that we should be politically tolerant of other people’s views and beliefs. This means that we should not pass speech codes, like they do in other universities, but just allow these people to say what they want. We could condemn them morally for what they do but not legally or through any institution. The best way to do this is by having discussions from both parties.
2. Though I hate those people that did vandalized some buildings—those who actually did it deliberately—I do not believe that they should be punished for anything besides the actual vandalism, unlike with hate crime laws. I hate racism but really fucking hate government interfering with people’s thoughts.
In relation to your question and post, I do think racism is part of certain societies’ cultures, for example in Japan, many of them xenophobic, also in Mexico, some orthodox Jews, and many other societies.
Also, about the notice in the bathroom, I do not think there is difference, they are both an attempt to put a person/group down. Even though I recognize the difference between the society and the individual, the reactions are based on the individuals.
I shall bite the bullet here. If a skinhead goes up to me and said that all Filipinos are ignorant and poor and assuming that he is not doing any physical harm to me, then I will not care and let him speak his mind. Yes, I will be shaken by this incident and I will despise him but that is not enough justify any actions against him.
But once again, I have extremely controversial stances on issues.