Humans – Modern Romanticism

Philosophy – “Why Love Conquers All” – 12/21/2021

“No one can regret to love. Because, to love wasn’t a choice. When we look back upon the first time we held a hand, can we analyze the circumstance? Can we ever come a conclusion or reason for that moment? Or is that merely us doubting what is has grown into something spectacular?”
– Modern Romanticism

Love is not a choice. We did not choose to love another, in the similar way we cannot predict when we will love, again. In the way we cannot predict when we will ever love, is also for how we cannot foretell the moment we will die. What has love done for us? It has done nothing. If we love humans, then we cannot put them to use without forgetting their humanity. What is humanity? Humanity is the place of the dysfunctional or unpredictable. If everything merely works or is considered functional, then humanity will be against that vision. Among everything a person chooses will be for the predictable, in terms of function.

Are humans predictable? We are not. Although, love will conquer the broken. Love will heal what was used, until betrayal was realized. However, we cannot predict that moment of truth. We can understand when we were deceived. Although, we cannot understand why it was the case, now when our love remains as a haunting memory. We loved a deceiver, or we had loved a human. We loved either human or demon, though this perception of their evil is an imperfect one. We perceive evil in a person who is as broken as ourselves.

We cannot say an evil person isn’t hurting. Such a false insight would be the same to ignore what will damage a person, in the first place. It is hurt that causes hurt, the same way that violence breeds further violence. If a person fell from the broken ladder, then it was because the ladder had been damaged to hurt someone else.

Why isn’t love a choice, as the main reason? It is because the only option to someone who is hurting is to no longer be saddened by negative memories. That is, if one’s intent is to find peace, love will answer that desperation. Love is within everything good of a memory. Love is to forgive the negative, while finding good in something even evil. “What had caused a person to end up this way?” should be the prominent question. Be empathetic.

It takes courage to not see the self as the only one suffering. It takes greater courage to see the one who hurt you as someone who is also damaged. Once the latter is accomplished, the hurtful person whom we fear becomes a lot less of a terror. We then begin to see ourselves in them. In understanding their hurt as simply human, we can forgive them.

Philosophy – “Why Humans were not Meant to Think like Computers” – 12/20/2021

“The machine is purely functional. A human, more than functional. Unlike the computer, human emotions represent our freedom. We cannot think, without feeling. We cannot be logical, without the direction that emotions are always expressed. With control over emotions, not the absence of them, this is what defines logic. Logic is not pure in simple function. It is pure when human emotions do not constrain the individual into being chaotic.”
– Modern Romanticism

Freedom. It is a concept buried in subjectivity. However, it should be innately understood about the freedom to express an emotion, that there is nothing to it without our control over them. An emotion becomes a device, representative of the machine, with control over us without our governance. That is, anything that is uncontrolled is the pure function of the device. The radical, through these words, is the tyrant of chaos. Such a tyrant is uncontrolled, though controls others. He is the beast who requires a leash, while believing others are his hounds.

A concept as freedom is subjective, though can be understood, again, as what is against the purport of function. Humans express what is controlled, of their own emotions. A pure function would control or manipulate another’s emotions, because they are not the ruler of their own. As an example, an abuser in a relationship holds no governance over their emotions, though will believe themselves capable of being the puppet-master to someone else’s.

Humans were not meant to think as machines or computers, because the very concept of free will rejects the distraction. As in, to be distracted is to be as the machine, to let emotions control the individual without the opposite ever being intended. Free will reigns upon the comprehension of direction. Without direction, no human can be free. A machine has no direction, nor could it ever, without being unable to commit to several tasks in the same moment. A human cannot “multitask”, because our brains are incapable of focusing on two or more tasks at the same time. Not paying attention or becoming distracted is how humans lose direction. A machine is only such, because its lack of emotions guarantees a person’s false perception into what is pure about logic. A false perception that believes a lack of emotion is logic defined will not understand how to control the self. There is a degree of limitation to even the fields of science, when control over the self is implemented to not go beyond the boundaries of human capability.

With direction, we reject the distraction. Computers can commit to multiple tasks, due to being without emotions. It is to mean that humans are only able to truly think, when doing so upon a straight line. Becoming distracted is against thinking, and also of course against focus. When emotions are controlled of the self, we feel more the need to guide, not force, others into the same balance.

Philosophy – “Where Humans are not meant to Store Emotions” – 9/7/2021

“No human, the doll, the tinkered instrument meant to snap either of strings to physical realness or of blinding gullibility, will perpetually be the case. All humans, the sponge, the tank flooded within that will break no matter the toughness of exterior. There is no skin the metal, nor face the mask that can guard nor conceal all things that do not hide on the surface.”
– Modern Romanticism

Weakness is not an insult. Weakness is our humanity. We are weak, when we do not want to be any longer strong. What a person protects within is always for the desire to strike out upon another, deemed weaker. The bully we can become craves to punish, even though a bully is weak, themselves. Human beings are cresting waves, as the shore is the shoulder. Tears are what push us to the brink, to the edge, that we cannot hold ourselves within. Since to hold ourselves within, is to keep humanity buried. Humans are the waves that are following a singular path. At some point, we crash, we fall, and it is the shoreline that listens.

Philosophy Series – “Of Humanity” – Pt. 1 – 8/15/2021

“Humans are only complex, because of our curse to overthink ourselves. To our identity that makes us, it is not so complex as to state we are different enough to be unique, even if that uniqueness allows us a moment of pride. Our identity is a human one. We are not above nor beneath another person, when we are equal. We share in pain, as easily we can overcome such, through the vulnerability that tells of ourselves being capable to be wounded.”
– Modern Romanticism

No human possesses no weakness. It is the greatest weakness to believe one has none, since this reveals oneself in the light with the most exposure.

Protection. This enforces the notion of love. To protect the self, would be preferred in the physical sense. However, at the psychological level, protection means more for where a secret can be shared. No friend nor lover should interrogate, though should offer a sense of comfort that one’s secrets are not held within.

Are all a person’s darkest secrets most often carried to the grave? Could that person have been Forest Gump, speaking of everything during a time when they have no one left for confession’s sake? Life is too short to hold it back with weights. Who is a friend to another? Who is a lover to another? Of generations that depict themselves “unique” upon the presence of their scars, comes with the encouragement for isolation or segregation. A birth of prejudiced generations, that is, since to believe one’s pain makes an individual unique, is to renounce the definition behind equality.

Quote – “What it Means to Empathize with a Monster” – 7/18/2021

“Could we ever empathize with the mindset of Hitler, as a characteristic so similar in others? As all monstrous another can be, to empathize with one so beastly in state and appearance calls us to what ourselves can be feeling in their presence. Fear. We fear the monster. If such is the case, then to empathize with a monster is to know their fear. Just as Hitler had feared the Jewish people, believing them a threat to Germany. Or, just as a family evicts an addict out of their home, not out of hatred, though motivated by the fear that their influence would spread. It is usually enough to know that a monster might be pure in their evil, though never sufficient to understand a human’s darkness shows the same depth to a shade as where we hide when they will hunt for us.”
– Modern Romanticism

Philosophy – “Beneath the Skin – Understanding Equality” – 6/25/2021

“There is much that bleeds, within. Beyond the shield that stops us, beyond the preference we hold to be different Bibles, there is a light that warms us with the same understanding of reality.”
– Modern Romanticism

Sameness. It is a word that understands the earth, beneath the layers, beneath the cloak. Beneath what guards, love is unconditional. Though humans will place conditions upon the various, depicting their preference in what is known to what is unknown. We are prejudiced in what we are ignorant towards, not for what is understood. Not everything can be understood, until we empathize.

Until we recognize ourselves in another, that for what we hate is the same as what is despised of ourselves, we are prejudiced. We are distant. Distrusting of others, because we failed to reach deeper.

All people bleed the same color, as we all drown at the same depth. We are pained at the same harmonies played upon our bones, broken at the same amount of fragments.

What is love? It can be said that love sees. It knows. Among all there is to love, there is everything to be known. Though, it is for people, that there is understanding to them, the same as ourselves. Believing in love is the same as believing in what was never real, denied to be, until it shapes itself in what was always known.

Crippled are we, in our ignorance. We are equal, within the pages that are innumerable. No ending to a sentence is the final chapter to a tale. No final breath means that a person can no longer speak.

Equal are we, in love. Within love, within arms, all comes to circle back to ourselves. We can blame ourselves for our ignorance, in not seeing a heart, damaged in the same state of ourselves. We become challenged to break another further, or to break ourselves as the wave upon their shoreline. To hurt further, or to weep upon their shoulder.

Philosophy – “Why Bliss is not an Emotion – Debunking the Utopia” – 5/17/2021

“Escapism is the retreat from truth.”
– Modern Romanticism

To run towards where one can be blissful, will be far from what hurts. Though, what hurts, is truthful. And, what we avoid, are always among the most powerful of emotions. Complexities, that we do not wish to conquer.

In the bliss for how Heaven can be imagined, by mortal humans physically alive, there is deception. A progressive mindset, towards Utopian or a non-problematic world, will bring about the greatest of lies. That is because life is full of either truth or lies. Truth, when we wish to face what life will bring us. Lies, when we wish to escape the pain that come with truth and life.

A Utopia does not exist, because we cannot be alive in such a world.

We cannot feel alive, even with a literal, beating heart. No one is alive, when we cannot be truthful towards ourselves nor to others. We are death, because we do not question what occurs, as bliss becomes our motto.

As deception is life’s greatest comfort, we will find an attraction towards it. We will begin to treat life as horrid, and everything horrid or hideous as beautiful. This is same to believe we should avoid all truth, while embracing what has been lied to or what is a rawness in deception.

Though, bliss, when pertaining itself to escapism, cannot be an emotion when it does have its relation to ignorance. That is because to be ignorant is to never learn, when a Utopia would define itself as a non-problematic world. What would be to learn, within such a world full of bliss, when we can no longer make mistakes? If to learn is to live, as we live in order to learn, then it is our emotions where we, as humans, are imperfect. Being imperfect, or having emotions, causes to be both errored and commit errors. However, we are meant to learn from those mistakes. Since that is the case, then ignorance would pertain to bliss when we have nothing to learn from our mistakes, resulted from our emotions.

Bliss is not an emotion, because ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is bliss, because a mistake cannot be made in a world without faults. This would be a world of deception, thus one without truth, and then being identified as one without the need to learn from errors and consequences.

If we choose bliss over our emotions, then we are favoring ignorance over truth. We prefer to be lied to, because as bliss is a comfort, then so is deception.

Philosophy – “Why Humans are Beautiful and Imperfect” – 4/27/2021

“All arrogance behind human nature is where we find ourselves not as imperfect, beautiful creatures, and here willing to forsake what makes us ephemeral, in the vain desire to be more.”
– Modern Romanticism

It is in the aspect of knowing oneself, that to comprehend the self is to realize where one is limited, that one might then find out what they’re capable of doing. Whether to be in love, or to be all alone, and we find ourselves within the former to be closest to perfect as possible. Whereas, through the latter, in our imperfections, in our loneliness, we bare the greatest wounds.

A barrier, that to our ability to trust, makes us limited, and yet, still shows us to be beautiful. Beauty is the very understanding of human limitation. Were a woman, perhaps, to know how beautiful she is, she’d then not aspire to become more than just that. Though, beyond the beauty of any human, comes the vanity and arrogance that attempts to supersede a lifetime’s worth of errors. Does a woman realize, in her heart of hearts, what she wants? Has what she truly requires even come to pass? That, she might throw herself upon a place of unkindness and manipulation, only ever to revive herself for a mere moment. It is only afterwards that she falls backwards into another place, called “longing”.

It is seen in many places. Beyond being beautiful, what we do is vain and needless, in essence. Although, ambition is where a person gains power. As it is, power must be limited. Then, if power is to be limited, then ambition, too. Love resides upon the shoulders of a one, in the comprehension that strength lies not in the ability to understand themselves through infinite gain. Love rests upon the shoulder of the individual who carries their weight. Love resides with the one who pleads for the world to see their wounds, and then might unload.

We invite conflict, were we to not grasp this. In the ambitious display of wanting control or power, we find ourselves wanting to be beyond a “mere” human. Though, it is always in the return, to what we feel, to what we have been hiding from, that to be human is where we find the truest consolation. A broken heart allows us to devour love. A divide, within the red, allows us to pour, to overflow.

Beauty is where we find ourselves. A reflection, with a tempest, with a rainfall. Of tears, of shared histories, of absence never met with the place of another’s touch.

Philosophy – “Why Love is not an Emotion” – Pt. 2 – 3/15/2021

“Everything fleeting does not correspond to love. If we love, then we remember. It is through our memories that love never abandons, though only haunts, ourselves.”
– Modern Romanticism

“God loves you,” as it is said. In reference, love never abandons you. Unless one can voluntarily suffer amnesia, love does not leave. Love does not run. Love does not depart. Though, it can be said of a person to abandon love. To abandon its concept. To abandon its changes in one’s life. Though, the torment this introduces is on the level of leaving one’s memories upon the road. For whether painful or not the slightest bit harmful, whether sickening or simply miserable, these were moments that merely mattered. They had showed us a world in which was always alien, or disbelieved, to ourselves.

“God loves you,” as it is said. In reference, love knows you. Love sees you. Love comprehends your every fear, your every fault. It is love, that even without a “belief in God”, can often be received with doubt. To doubt faith. To doubt what is eternally attached.

To love not ever being an emotion, is in reference to doubt, to fear. A person doubts out of their faith always being genuine. A person doubts because their fear is directed towards the instinct of love’s protection. As in, to say the words, “I doubt this would ever occur, so be comforted.” It is to doubt the danger, sometimes even in the underestimation of it, simply in the need to reduce its strength of being a threat.

To each emotion, from whatever origin they hail, references simply our concern for another. In opposite from prejudice or the ignorance of another person, instead of fearing them, we fear for them. We are concerned for this person, for their mattering in our lives means only that they can disappear during the next moment.

How a person matters, is why a person lives. Simply for no reason, other than the heartbeat, at the fundamental level. Though, once prejudice is exterminated from the individual’s mind, then fear of another becomes the fear for another. They become remembered. They become important. And, most of all, they become something unrelated to the temporary. They become something unrelated to mere life, because they are now loved.

This is why love cannot be an emotion. Because, if it were, we would never remember. Love encompasses memories. Despite how memories can make us fragile, we are not alone even with them. Out of the most beautiful memories, come our beauty. We are revealed as sick, within love, requiring it to never be further sick without it. Love, by itself, is a sickness. A sickness that we yearn for, in another sickness being that longing. A sickness that prevents sickness. Love is a vaccine.

Nothing of love is emotional, except for the fears and concerns we hold for the individual, beloved life. Though, love, by itself, is not emotion. As in, it is never temporary. For no matter how deeply we bury our memories of the past, they cannot depart us. In our attempt to depart from them, whether as the drunk through the bottle, they are us. These memories are inside of us.

“God loves you,” as it is said. In reference, we are always remembered, even if we don’t believe it.

Philosophy – “Why a Man is Weakened, not Weak, when Weeping” – 2/20/2021

“No wall is indomitable. To each inch that covers one, there might still be a crack, enough to shatter the entirety.”
– Modern Romanticism

Just as people might believe that age guarantees wisdom, it is the reverse. Wisdom guarantees age. As in, to apply wisdom, means survival is in the independent hands. To be wise, means that the second mistake, after learning for the first time, will not end this train of survival. We mean to people who shouldn’t make the same mistake twice, that their immaturity might be their burial. Same to weep, when the greatest weakness is to believe there is none. An immaturity as this, opens up all weaknesses. It opens. We release. We weep.

To weep, after much to keep concealed, is much like a dam being broken. It was weakened. A mistake having been made, to then the person ignoring it, is the immaturity to believe it won’t break them, when they believe it hasn’t weakened them. The second mistake of the same kind, will break them. It will force them to no longer ignore what they’ve concealed.

To a man, weeping is much like dying. To lose strength upon who he protected, what he held upon his shoulders. Being weakened, does not refer to weakness. To weakness, one has to be inherently so. Though, to be weakened, means that recognition for strength has been blinded. Of tears, that now burn the lids of the eyes, to water the cheeks that have long been like dried gardens. Of weakness, we are. Though, in being weakened, we have become.

A weak man, can only mean he is inherently so. This means there is no such thing.

Though, a weakened man has become this way. It was a “turning point”, so to speak. A simple realization, that a second mistake of the same kind has left him speechless, enough to no longer form an excuse. His immaturity has regressed him into childhood, once more. Perhaps, even infanthood, where if the grief is too castrating, will make him leave this world how he entered it. Crying.

In being weakened, there is no more to say. There is only much more to do. To grow. To mature.

Quote – “Why Trust is a Human’s Greatest Weakness” – 2/1/2021

“All humans can love equally. There is no difference between the love for one being to another. As in, there is no way someone can love a person more than another. That is not love, that they refer to. That one who claims to love someone more than another, has instead referenced trust. We can love all, in equal terms, just because we can. However, we cannot trust everyone, in equal terms. It is due to trust needing to be built.
Of love and trust, relating to the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end, of the feet to the mind, and then even of the past to the memories carted towards the future. We have a foundation of love. We have a foundation of death.
We have the trust that is built, like walls. We set up barricades against what we do not trust. We protect what we do. Love makes us perfect, in the remembrance of what we simply hold onto. Trust makes us imperfect, by any wall showing a crack that could make the person, themselves, break.”
– Modern Romanticism

Note from a Blogger – “The Cure for a Beloved” – 12/28/2020

Upon a time in my life, the only woman I ever loved, and will continue to love, was diagnosed with a Neurological issue. This specific issue, though not life-threatening, put a dent in our relationship, preventing us from getting married. For a while, our dreams seemed crushed. Trampled, by fate, itself.

However, I have come to realize that fate is not absolute due to certain circumstances that affect one’s path in life. That is, one does not have to wind up at a dead-end, with no other direction. Though, that is how it felt, soon when our relationship came to a close, due to this diagnosis.

Out of all the things I have been able to do for her, my beloved, I decided some months back in 2020, to return to University, and learn to fix her problem, myself. I comprehend it, that she will not be the only one to benefit from what I will do. It is not a question of “if” I manage to do it. It can only ever be a question of “when” I figure out the method for resolving her issue. It is because my life depends on this. I have devoted myself to her, and only to her.

Out of those who will benefit from what I will accomplish, are those paralyzed in wheelchairs, or those who actually require a brain transplant for their life to be extended.

And, I’m sure once I do manage to accomplish what I aim to do, I’ll receive some kind of reward. However, I’ve never lived for the reward or the prize. I’ve lived solely for the devotion, ever since knowing this woman. She has been my inspiration, my challenge, among everything else.