Pluralism...hint...going out to socialize with people...nope
going out much period... in small doses...
understanding people...not entirely...not really...
but I used to love National Geographic...now isn't that ironic...
Shakespeare is Shakespeare, the culture of Shakespeare modulates over time...personally I don't read heavily into Shakespeare (if relating politics then as used expediently at times now)...maybe when I were younger, or I were thinking of literary references to Shakespeare that likened those that cited Shakespeare as certain 'country folk' conservatives...or it seems tradition to liken things to the 'progressives' what were considered passe (or for its times even if literature were classic or classical at that) Not that I really care one way or the other.
And by this virtue alone, I could probably tell you more about some math things here and there, or that are world, at least, from the standpoint of civilization and technology were so highly parsed and differentiated, the culture that valued a given writer in your world, were likely just a projection of a given larger world, where even so many should hardly know that writing culture that were just as likely highly refined and its own locality. Even shows like Vice provide seem only to provide something of expectation to its viewers (at least where cultural inventions could be made for the sake of ratings and hence local money to be made...however, sad this should seem, one should wonder).
My world is stationary, like a lot of modern worlds, my body stationary, my mind moving...I'd leave it at that. I hardly know much really otherwise, and I am not sure that I really wanted to know so much...growing old is finding contentment with what you know anyways, and maybe, at times reasonably crossing a few pluralistic bridges...
Though it seems being forty now, I maybe more likely more sedentary, if because contentment should exist, or anything else, such has us saying more often less in a public manner. Seems the opposite for myself, or at least in the way of liberation, I should say more outright as you age, likely you may find it more difficult in saying, or having tired in saying, what you say now, or that you've seen the same tireless reads re enacted. That is growing older, too you are thinking about all the things that you hadn't previously had, like right now, and anyways, if you thinking of self censorship more along other lines...pluralism is an easy target, bully pulpit, as it were like the CEO dumped for campaign contributions. Do I care for his plight? Not in the least. Here where it seemed nothing of the sort applied, I feared neither loss of home exactly (in the clearest sense), or job, or family, or anything for that matter, or that time attention were diverted away invariably for other reasons which bore stronger relevance outside of academic circles otherwise.
You grow old and you maybe more likely to find yourself desiring less to be the rolling stone, a lonely traveler, the embracing sort of person ready to visit anything and everything with that naive zeal in store, or more likely maybe you've drawn a more skeptical and cynical eye of things. It weren't that you were uptight really about much, but it could be as in any other experience of the 'worldly' sort, one that confronts something of another reality that would have been disjoint with previous aspirations. Since one hadn't truly known in a way, or merely had moved ever so briefly in to the world (for that sort of independent gain) to be removed from it in another way. Here if you weren't as unfortunate, you hadn't started with the feeling of having re entered into a stage of life that you might have began twenty or thirty years prior, or that is where feeling that one should feel as never really progressing in some state, as if progress were this important otherwise. But it is also wrong in saying that one were disturbed to a greater extent also, if it were just as likely that one weren't feeling in the same ways given to previous days, weeks, or years.
You give up on the things you might have imagined, or you come to expect less of what should be and what shouldn't be, or one should imagine dying young if this were the case, or quite depressed and angry. Truly the angry sort, one should imagine might not live well with burdening stress here, and its not recommended resorting to angry cynicism. At least, that sort of zeal, is also a personal distaste of mine. A sober reflection were warranting here supposedly, as you've likely been trained in the culture of thinking, to review your life's purpose and mission altogether, here you were responsible for all your actions which were so grave and self important to the nature of your path in life, and that you shouldn't squander or sacrifice so much in the process, especially when you were so young, and idealistic. That other bunch, those CEOs by the way, live in a sort of cultural creme, by the way, some taught one should imagine, how to dress, how to act, how to smile, how to live in the glass house (where it were required), and so forth...not generally born into a common world, and hence why one should imagine they believe in the cause and for the cause they donate, as if some invisible hand were there driving them for the quite self important mission cause they must believe in...or in other words, why in a way it were hard to sympathize with CEOs that support the most laughable of sad legislation, and somehow managed to get to be where they were in life, or believe in their self righteous philanthropic nobility.
You grow older, and it were likely that you care less for the things that you once believed in. I am not sure if to describe this in the sense of saying that despair (at all) really belongs there. There is likely nothing to be missed having served in a role that you likely reasoned you were never likely to do in the first place, or having pursued it at least, or that hopefully at least you've sensed knowing when to stop pursuing the unlikeliest. There, it seems, should be subtlety to this, isn't there? That you weren't to stop at this much reflection, really, or were supposedly wise enough not in saying a word, is likely what one should imagine were also true of some culture, maybe somewhere at least.
At least at some point, one could think about retirement at some given day, in some future, and not worry any more about much of anything, it should seem simpler that way.
All along I lived worrying years ago, when it supposedly mattered, and stressed a bit for it. Glad I moved away from that world.
going out much period... in small doses...
understanding people...not entirely...not really...
but I used to love National Geographic...now isn't that ironic...
Shakespeare is Shakespeare, the culture of Shakespeare modulates over time...personally I don't read heavily into Shakespeare (if relating politics then as used expediently at times now)...maybe when I were younger, or I were thinking of literary references to Shakespeare that likened those that cited Shakespeare as certain 'country folk' conservatives...or it seems tradition to liken things to the 'progressives' what were considered passe (or for its times even if literature were classic or classical at that) Not that I really care one way or the other.
And by this virtue alone, I could probably tell you more about some math things here and there, or that are world, at least, from the standpoint of civilization and technology were so highly parsed and differentiated, the culture that valued a given writer in your world, were likely just a projection of a given larger world, where even so many should hardly know that writing culture that were just as likely highly refined and its own locality. Even shows like Vice provide seem only to provide something of expectation to its viewers (at least where cultural inventions could be made for the sake of ratings and hence local money to be made...however, sad this should seem, one should wonder).
My world is stationary, like a lot of modern worlds, my body stationary, my mind moving...I'd leave it at that. I hardly know much really otherwise, and I am not sure that I really wanted to know so much...growing old is finding contentment with what you know anyways, and maybe, at times reasonably crossing a few pluralistic bridges...
Though it seems being forty now, I maybe more likely more sedentary, if because contentment should exist, or anything else, such has us saying more often less in a public manner. Seems the opposite for myself, or at least in the way of liberation, I should say more outright as you age, likely you may find it more difficult in saying, or having tired in saying, what you say now, or that you've seen the same tireless reads re enacted. That is growing older, too you are thinking about all the things that you hadn't previously had, like right now, and anyways, if you thinking of self censorship more along other lines...pluralism is an easy target, bully pulpit, as it were like the CEO dumped for campaign contributions. Do I care for his plight? Not in the least. Here where it seemed nothing of the sort applied, I feared neither loss of home exactly (in the clearest sense), or job, or family, or anything for that matter, or that time attention were diverted away invariably for other reasons which bore stronger relevance outside of academic circles otherwise.
You grow old and you maybe more likely to find yourself desiring less to be the rolling stone, a lonely traveler, the embracing sort of person ready to visit anything and everything with that naive zeal in store, or more likely maybe you've drawn a more skeptical and cynical eye of things. It weren't that you were uptight really about much, but it could be as in any other experience of the 'worldly' sort, one that confronts something of another reality that would have been disjoint with previous aspirations. Since one hadn't truly known in a way, or merely had moved ever so briefly in to the world (for that sort of independent gain) to be removed from it in another way. Here if you weren't as unfortunate, you hadn't started with the feeling of having re entered into a stage of life that you might have began twenty or thirty years prior, or that is where feeling that one should feel as never really progressing in some state, as if progress were this important otherwise. But it is also wrong in saying that one were disturbed to a greater extent also, if it were just as likely that one weren't feeling in the same ways given to previous days, weeks, or years.
You give up on the things you might have imagined, or you come to expect less of what should be and what shouldn't be, or one should imagine dying young if this were the case, or quite depressed and angry. Truly the angry sort, one should imagine might not live well with burdening stress here, and its not recommended resorting to angry cynicism. At least, that sort of zeal, is also a personal distaste of mine. A sober reflection were warranting here supposedly, as you've likely been trained in the culture of thinking, to review your life's purpose and mission altogether, here you were responsible for all your actions which were so grave and self important to the nature of your path in life, and that you shouldn't squander or sacrifice so much in the process, especially when you were so young, and idealistic. That other bunch, those CEOs by the way, live in a sort of cultural creme, by the way, some taught one should imagine, how to dress, how to act, how to smile, how to live in the glass house (where it were required), and so forth...not generally born into a common world, and hence why one should imagine they believe in the cause and for the cause they donate, as if some invisible hand were there driving them for the quite self important mission cause they must believe in...or in other words, why in a way it were hard to sympathize with CEOs that support the most laughable of sad legislation, and somehow managed to get to be where they were in life, or believe in their self righteous philanthropic nobility.
You grow older, and it were likely that you care less for the things that you once believed in. I am not sure if to describe this in the sense of saying that despair (at all) really belongs there. There is likely nothing to be missed having served in a role that you likely reasoned you were never likely to do in the first place, or having pursued it at least, or that hopefully at least you've sensed knowing when to stop pursuing the unlikeliest. There, it seems, should be subtlety to this, isn't there? That you weren't to stop at this much reflection, really, or were supposedly wise enough not in saying a word, is likely what one should imagine were also true of some culture, maybe somewhere at least.
At least at some point, one could think about retirement at some given day, in some future, and not worry any more about much of anything, it should seem simpler that way.
All along I lived worrying years ago, when it supposedly mattered, and stressed a bit for it. Glad I moved away from that world.
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