Chapter One
Foundations make the Draft
I
“To Creation’s Preliminary”
To the notion of what develops life, as it raises from somewhere, is of meaning. Though, for meaning’s sake, there is nothing that represents this, of the past. As it is, no person progresses to death, though away from it. An individual escapes death, to keep their life standing. Away from the past that has the potential to hold a person back, is how people live. Were someone to become lost, through their development, it is the same as a firm retreat from the original objective of moving forward. Life has only one direction, as that is the path of itself.
We do not live only for its own sake, though we do so that we might keep from death. It is the same as to say we live, so that we might never forfeit all efforts. In gratitude, we share it to those who have supported us, or towards the areas or people we have attained our own skills. Gratitude is the expression towards life, as it is against the notion of forfeiture. Just as we protect or support those who express this same gratitude to us, for our love, people ever only do so because of having an extension to their life. As it is, we might express gratitude to another for their love and support, though what we are truly grateful for, is to be alive.
Upon the notion that we still remain upon this earth, standing upwards or at least not fallen, we recognize the past. Seeing the future, there is no absolution to it. Though, for the sake of the past, there is everything certain about it. The past has no faults, while revealing no imperfections. As life is meant to move forward, a retreat into the past could mean one of two things: a person has given up on their life, or the individual merely wishes to acknowledge how much they’ve accomplished.
Ingratitude would be the expression to the former, for as a religious folk might speak about suicide being an act of cowardice, it is the truth. If we do not abide by the idea of this, then we should state the person who moves forward in their life, is instead the coward. As in, to not term “bravery” as a feeling of moving ahead with one’s life, will be the strange admittance of this need to push ahead as simple cowardice. The past is where the depressive individual lurks, as fear resonates itself in the future. The person who forfeits their life, who retreats, is the coward. Though, its term is neutral, as it should not spark emotional ridicule. For to believe a person of a suicidal state of mind, feels brave in the attempt of it, is the complete dismissal of empathy.
It is more-so that when life looks upon another’s own, to state that the latter’s act of forfeiture is somehow “brave”, is more aligned with a narcissistic mentality that displays no empathy towards one who feels shattered. To motivation, that always resonates from inspiration, is what uplifts life to keep moving. Though, to share sameness with the past, is in the understanding that people find themselves alike, when knowing where they began.
Each person begins from the same place. Being birthed, is from the same similarity to death. Death is where a person forfeits themselves, once they lack the desire to develop. To quit, is therefore, a mere convenience, as it shows no resemblance to hope. Death is the notion by which a person keeps themselves from, in the onward coarse of development. We develop, by the same definition to growth, though our remembrance to how we began, is shared for that gratitude. By the sight over a person’s shoulder, staring at the past, is where gratitude is shared. It is shared towards death, or to those who have died, because memories belong to the past. In this, people only live because of what died to keep the living still with beating hearts.
It is by this understanding that war is not fought out of feuds against an opposition. People do not destroy others, for the sake of it. An individual will destroy another, to keep someone or something else intact and stable. As in, the meaninglessness of death, is done for the meaningfulness of life.
We may die, so that others will live. Whereas, we might live, forfeiting others to die. To be brave, or to be a coward, can become muddled in the case of what one’s purpose is to fight. As development displays itself only within life, then it is to the expectation of death where we find a lack of empathy. For how we might believe a person who forfeits themselves to suicide, is expected, as it is also predictable that people die within war. To “give up” one’s own life, for the sake of another, is only ever heroism when the intent is not to become such a term. A “hero” is only ever born out of a humility for the life of the self, accompanying the pride that something else will remain.
The preliminary of creation is always death, due to the latter being the essence of what is remembered, if not to haunt. We can believe that death is the end, if not to ever comprehend that it should be coined as the “eternal reminder”. For someone to die, is always meaningless. Though, for people’s lives, represents the infinite meaning for which carries on the futures of others. Without memories, a person would be voided of meaning. We would state that meaning is always subjective, though perhaps only so out of each person’s individual circumstance. Even of those differing circumstances, “meaning” does come back to itself to tie itself in with all others and their comprehensions of it.
Meaning is a unified notion of what represents the past, among all other histories that never decay like the flesh. As it is, humans cannot destroy what keeps them alive, being the recognition that dwells in the absolution of the past. As the past contrasts from the future, is then that we recognize the forward direction as a representation of hope. It is that a life progresses from death, while forever in the contemplative state of remembering what keeps that person alive. Life is what recognizes another’s or one’s own, by realizing how death kept it moving.
All deaths of others, translates to the protection of future life. Even of the suicidal person, to their state of mind that might believe themselves “better off as dead”, will go through their act as a selfless endeavor for others. However, it was selfish for the self, in the plainest disregard of another’s apparent care. Their act mistook the evident care from someone else, to thus resign themselves to believing their disappearance would benefit those people. Though, in their disappearance, their selfishness to themselves was by the secondary disregard of the care from others to keep them from death.
There are those who die for the sake of others, as such will remain as death’s reference to the past. As depression is what has swallowed the suicidal person, the past is where they dwell. As death confines itself as a relation to punishment, forgiveness is what directs itself at the torments from the past, that an individual might realize their potential in the future.
We are punishers of ourselves, in the selfish disregard to how another could forgive us, or show us upon the path to greater trust for the self. It is in this respect that the shattered individual cannot learn to love themselves, though instead, betters trust for their future actions. Any display of love for the self, translates to a fragile notion of narcissism. This narcissism, in turn, translates to self-loathing. For no person who decorates themselves, is ever satisfied with their display. It is by how they appear, that such external details of themselves are never a completion. This is due unto a love for the self voiding a person of empathy to another, for the realization that they represent an aspect of sameness to them. In what is lost, being of trust to the self, makes the narcissistic individual uncaring for another’s loss. Such narcissists thrive off the energy of what is lost in another, for the upkeep of what is never given to them.
By the past, to how a person develops or grows, does not mark the future as relating to an approach towards death. Instead, it is always a forward march towards extended life. Though, this extension is not of the individual, though a mere passing onto the next life that shall inherit the memories of former existences. As there is nothing worth more for the sake of knowledge, as memories, then it will be correct to assume our lives as necessary to be mortal. In taking away that limitation, growth of the mind is not possible. Rather than decay for the form when it is buried, after death, such a display of crumbling will be for the mind. That is, individuals only ever develop, out of an innate understanding that life is precious.
II
“Of the Feet”
Individualism shares itself, in terms of growth, from where it originates. All growth begins at the past, at the bottommost part of what is most fundamental. As it is, that a child or an elderly person requires the most care out of any individual of various ages, this is of those closest to death. A child is close to death, though not to say that he or she is depressed. It is, instead, to say that this child is close to their beginning. That beginning is where death is resembled, of where all things are sure to rise.
Individuals rise out of death, or where former lives had died. As a beginning has its origin in death, it also has the same in a word known to be “fertility”. Of the place that is fertile, being dark, as such is understood of even rich soil, is comprehended of death, itself. That, death is a state for extinguished life, commonly understood of the common mind to reveal darkness. Though, the aspect of “fertility” comes to be understood of beginnings and endings. Such is the relation of death to both beginnings and endings, due to either side having a characteristic of this fertility. Where life begins, is at the bottommost, or from the womb where it departed to find entry into the world. At the same time, where life ends, is also at the bottommost, or in the soil where fertility is there to be compared to the mother.
Love can be said to begin something else, out of what had ended. It is the source to life’s hope, this love, as from the mother, it does originate. Love originates in motherhood, as both it and she are the place of comfort for those so “close to death” can be subdued of their woes. Is not both love and death at the same strength? That, through the strength of a mother, we are watered over by her tears, in hearing our cries? By the strength of a mother, of sameness in relation to love or death, a kiss can share the same comfort of being recognized. Is it by the kiss of love, or through the kiss of death to the parting of another individual, that we can truly differ everything so revealing as what hardly shows itself? As in, we enter growth, of stages through it, so that love could be ignored or death can be avoided. Though, when it surprises us, it reveals itself. Both love and death can ease, being of the same strength.
Since to be in darkness, we can relate such an envisioning to depression. Of darkness, to the sickness of being depressed, there is the fragile retreat towards death in either. We fade, out of a quickened need to seek a familiarity. If depression is all we comprehend, then to it we make our way. Not to the most unfamiliar things, can a person motion themselves without feeling afraid. Sadness encompasses the individual who yearns to belong within its sensation. Though, as we understand our own emotions, comprehend the imperfections they reveal, we ease ourselves in either love or death.
Since a person rises from either love or death, or simply from the past, it is memories that make all individuals find greater awareness in future endeavors. Among all these “future endeavors”, additional memories are formed. They become the awareness of ourselves, leaving behind what we do know. As a person might grow out of their childhood home, though perhaps keep the place in a personal spot of their heart, such becomes the memories that mark them as “death”. Out of death, growth begins to stir. To an upwards rise, nothing of love pushes this. Though, to keep these memories always nailed like pictures on the heart, will remain for the multiple moments of recounting the same gratitude for each step forward.
Love has no topping. For nothing can cover love. Though, it can be said that someone loved can be covered. Concealed, from growth, as that is the stagnancy of such a way. To love, means to cease whatever sorrows plague an individual. Despite this being a common want, the sheer avoidance of suffering will stifle personal growth. As people more often yearn for motherly comfort, express the desire for rest and ease, develops slows of the individual who becomes deceived. As even physical growth, of such certain shocks that come to the individual by way of puberty during adolescence, that which matures and wizens the mind is the same. As such is believed of the past, to “hold a person back”, it is then the same for love and death. Of each start to development, truth would shock a person to rise, ever more-so. To the past, where there is no truth, as there is only recollections of moments that cannot be repeated of the same strength, one cannot develop through what is left behind. One does, in fact, develop from what is left behind, of what belongs only ever in the past. To recreate the past, is to repeat imperfections that would likely breed sameness by way of all that makes up history.
A repetition, through the past, is to thrust what is behind, forward. For the sake of love or death, stagnation on growth is the only result of one’s refusal to see what is outside the blanket of comfort. If not truth for personal growth, then deception for the endless withdrawal or even outright erasing of it. A person shall love, only until the heart breaks. As truth becomes the next exposure, we eclipse ourselves in a need to find another. It is another heart to hold, for to be among our own life, is felt as no one. It is an endless yearning for the sensation that comfort brings. People do not rise with love. They do, instead, rise from it. Same with death, for both such along with love will push the individual towards their happiness. It is not to be alone, though to be reminded that something else remembers the individual.
In the understanding of “meaning”, individual conceptions of its reference can be divided. To attempt to make it universal, might turn a person to believe their life possessing no worth. Though, for an attempt, it can be sufficient to mention that meaning is simply individualized. As that can be the easily understood definition to “meaning”, then for how we individualize meaning is still not to divide it among separate opinions to it. That should be understood as wishing to argue purpose among itself. When does purpose debate with itself, without the result being a perpetual feeling of doubt? An individual doubts, only when meaning seems not so transparent to the eyes. As in, it is not open, because the individual believes themselves trapped. Imprisoned, so to speak, because such an individual cannot move beyond this certain sentencing.
Among prisoners, it can be comprehended of where they go, to be an inmate locked in a cell, is to not only have bars against their physical freedom, though also for their mind. They are restricted from the thoughts of harm upon others, or even among the most disturbed, towards themselves. As no prisoner is permitted to cause harm upon another individual, it is in prison where they contemplate.
An extensive period of contemplation can result in the breakdown of the mind, though perhaps a way for them to escape the four corners of that cage. If not to break free out of simply desiring to cause more harm, than to earn that freedom from simple understanding to their actions. The consequences, that is, both upon who was harmed and upon themselves, is a revealing towards further movement for the imprisoned life.
To relate such a description of a prisoner to the notion of “meaning” is by way of understanding what does give such an individualized concept to life. Through what is understood of death, now repeatedly mentioned to be pertaining to the past, is primary contributor to life’s meaningfulness. Life, which has no meaning on its own, compares itself endlessly to the past. Of what can be improved, is by remembering how things were simply different within history. To difference, as the relation to randomness, is also a comparison to chaos. It is through this comprehension, that to create order, in life, is merely to bring about what never was. As the past relates to “what once was”, it is in life that we form the fullest creations so that people never lack the genuine aspects for themselves most needed.
III
“Remembrance to Origin”
Within the current time a person stands, their reflection upon the past should not come with question. Though, the future’s wealth of possible occurrences, is where question must be pointed. In question, there is infinity for the possibilities that might arise and then, become a reality. Reality is ever only where we draw the line between the coming future, to the current time. That time in which dictates the “now” for a person, is reality. Reality is the second in which a person stands for that second, or the minute in which a person stands for that minute, or even just a day to a full year for which is “specific” for the individual. Though, if we question how the reality becomes the past, then we attain no answers. It becomes, at this time, in relation to all questions hurled over one’s shoulders towards the past, to be the needed realization of those answer’s meaninglessness.
No meaning is attained from an occurrence, within the past. For if the past is resurrected, perhaps to become realer in the eyes of those who most of all had forgotten the more vivid details, then it is no different from inviting a pain back, or to reopen an old wound. As it is, if those answers had no been apparent to the questioning individual, when the event had been plain before their eyes, then any desired answers become utterly meaningless. In essence, the aspect of what is “meaningless” resides upon everything that is dead. Death is the very nature of all that is meaningless.
Then, by that comprehension, to death of its meaninglessness, fates us to comprehend life as necessary to possess meaning. Though, if it can be noted of an individual who struggles with depression, being of a mindset to see no meaning in their existence, then it could be same to admit that they are the same as death. Only in that mindset, however, because to believe one’s life possesses little importance, is always for the depressed individual to reject their value for others. By who loves, or in this case, sees familial or friendly value in the depressed individual, is where true meaning is granted. As people, everywhere, will ask of the meaning to life, there is never an absolute answer, for they are questioning death, instead.
Those who cannot find meaning in life, are those like the depressed individual, being of the sort to question death. As in, the depressed individual questions the necessity for themselves being alive. And, the reason such a depressed person would do this, is only because of their depression, being the mindset that has enabled them. Depression is the greatest relation to death, or of a feeling to be purposeless. While death is what gives meaning to life, because of its inborn nature to hold relation to “sacrifice”, another person’s importance to us shows this specific term through the ideal of love. Love is as idealistic as we are to characterize specifics upon those we find are special, to us. As a person is special to us, we comprehend their specifics, next to love them as we understand ourselves.
Origin is not the same as the common saying “to be original”. Nothing in this world can represent complete newness. Those who wish for newness, are they who desire divisions among people’s ignorance. Comprehending what we can be ignorant of, is not in relation to what we already fathom. Between the yet-to-be-discovered and that which is understood enough to become objective, is the difference between the future and the past. Upon a person’s mentioning of the word “original”, is much in relation to ignorance. As it is, through a creation that is original enough to even directly represent this ignorance, will come upon the viewer’s mind as a form of meaninglessness. As the most meaning takes place within the current moment, those who view “originality” by the purity it evokes, will find that newness ever only alien. Its relation is, then, not to the future for being original, though better suited to be understood as the meaninglessness of the past.
It is then, to be comprehended of the future, that itself is merely the past’s own repetition. Whatever is meaningless, therefore, becomes our simple reminder of what we can never truly declare as dead. Every ounce of “meaning” is in what was kept as an example for life’s necessary continuance. That is in each twitching muscle, or in all moving necks, or in all beating hearts, that these signs to what is meaningful, is in the representation of simple gratitude. Our meaning is in what we are grateful for still being able to do, in contrast from what or who is dead and cannot perform the same. Is death ever envious of life, same as a crippled person could hold this mentality towards those can walk? In other words, should we ever ask those questions? We could, instead, simply be silently grateful for ourselves, to be able to walk. Since if were to ask a crippled person, in their wheelchair, if they miss the joys of walking upon their feet, we might reopen a wound. Moreover, we might not even count our questioning of that, as cruel. It is then, through such an example, that we should pay attention to what is alive, not dead, being perhaps of the crippled individual for what he or she can perform.
Individuals are always performers out of their own capable selves, accessing their skills for what they could be enabled to do. However, far more enables a person, in terms of manipulation, by the continued question upon the past. To ask of purpose to one’s own actions, is perhaps to question the capabilities of the self. To do this, is to forget how one can go to correct themselves, in the times they have failed. It is always wisdom that teaches a person to live, not life that teaches a person wisdom. As life is that uncertain, we can more-so easily say that the lessons we have learned can be applied towards a further existence. Enablers are manipulators, as the common knowledge is thought. It should then be possible to apply this same manipulation to ourselves, to retract the comprehension for how we are incapable. As in, by the belief that we are unable to relive the past without reopening a wound, then any ability of ourselves will only be as certain as such previous events. This is the onset to fear, awakening in us the desire and obsessiveness to steer ourselves towards eventual failure. It is, in such a case, that a person never learns from the past, though keeps themselves reopened for failure. This is always accompanied by those continued questions upon the past.
Life does not find answers, within the past, if the offered questions have not already been answered. If there are missing details, then there could be an infinite amount of them. If anyone brings them forth, it should be guessed that the best mindset is to be ignorant of them. As in, one did not see them with their own eyes, so those details are better left as meaningless to the individual. However, fleeing from the past, when one has been in full awareness for what transpired, always shall creep up to haunt the individual.
A remembrance to our origin is merely in the comprehension for who died, for us. In that comprehension, even without knowing the names of many individuals who have died, for us, gratitude can still be expressed. It is by the knowledge that a person has died, only ever for the continuance of life, where our gratitude is then expressed. Life is continued by death. It can even be imagined that life is pushed forward by death, especially when the term “sacrifice” is kept in mind. The sacrifice of the life, instead of what has been lost, invents praise for future, instead of mourning for the loss.
The past is to be remembered, though never to question. Were we do perform the latter, then it could be to say that we find some meaning in death, while nothing of the same for our living selves. It is the same case of any depressed individual, when their curiosity for the state of death, holds them in greater captivation, for interest’s sake, than life. Depression, for the one who suffers from it, leaves to their mind the wonderment upon if the world would be “better off” without their existence. As that is the same as to wonder on sacrifice, is also same to believe their existence possesses no necessity for continuance. As though, through this wish for death, in the topic of depression, there is no focus upon what gratitude could be for the past.
Remembering origin is a comprehension for how one began, fueling oneself with the gratitude that makes them notional to sacrifice, not to sheer loss. For to sacrifice, there is praise. However, for loss, there is sadness.
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