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jaggedjawjosh · 3 days

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Joy is found in the simple moments, like bursts of sunshine on a cloudy day.

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voidic3ntity · 2 days

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I'm so utterly & so completely obsessed with you, my lighthouse,

always searching, yet never finding, to seek is to remain hopeful:

beneath the fragments, the chalice of trust dwells much deeper,

& the loyalty I have for you is something so pathetically single;

am I good enough for you to stick by through the rainstorms?

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introspect1998 · 2 days

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I am shards of broken bottles, and puddles filled with water

The raindrop that falls, and the tear drop that cries

I am the beginning waiting for the end.

#thoughts #words #writers on tumblr #writing #quotes #prose #feelings #creative writing #introspection #poetry #poets corner #writing community #contemporary poem #lyric poem #expressive writing #life #sad thoughts #melanchaholic #melanchonic

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eelhound · 9 months

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"The idea of reforming Omelas is a pleasant idea, to be sure, but it is one that Le Guin herself specifically tells us is not an option. No reform of Omelas is possible — at least, not without destroying Omelas itself:

If the child were brought up into the sunlight out of that vile place, if it were cleaned and fed and comforted, that would be a good thing, indeed; but if it were done, in that day and hour all the prosperity and beauty and delight of Omelas would wither and be destroyed. Those are the terms.

'Those are the terms', indeed. Le Guin’s original story is careful to cast the underlying evil of Omelas as un-addressable — not, as some have suggested, to 'cheat' or create a false dilemma, but as an intentionally insurmountable challenge to the reader. The premise of Omelas feels unfair because it is meant to be unfair. Instead of racing to find a clever solution ('Free the child! Replace it with a robot! Have everyone suffer a little bit instead of one person all at once!'), the reader is forced to consider how they might cope with moral injustice that is so foundational to their very way of life that it cannot be undone. Confronted with the choice to give up your entire way of life or allow someone else to suffer, what do you do? Do you stay and enjoy the fruits of their pain? Or do you reject this devil’s compromise at your own expense, even knowing that it may not even help? And through implication, we are then forced to consider whether we are — at this very moment! — already in exactly this situation. At what cost does our happiness come? And, even more significantly, at whose expense? And what, in fact, can be done? Can anything?

This is the essential and agonizing question that Le Guin poses, and we avoid it at our peril. It’s easy, but thoroughly besides the point, to say — as the narrator of 'The Ones Who Don’t Walk Away' does — that you would simply keep the nice things about Omelas, and work to address the bad. You might as well say that you would solve the trolley problem by putting rockets on the trolley and having it jump over the people tied to the tracks. Le Guin’s challenge is one that can only be resolved by introspection, because the challenge is one levied against the discomforting awareness of our own complicity; to 'reject the premise' is to reject this (all too real) discomfort in favor of empty wish fulfillment. A happy fairytale about the nobility of our imagined efforts against a hypothetical evil profits no one but ourselves (and I would argue that in the long run it robs us as well).

But in addition to being morally evasive, treating Omelas as a puzzle to be solved (or as a piece of straightforward didactic moralism) also flattens the depth of the original story. We are not really meant to understand Le Guin’s 'walking away' as a literal abandonment of a problem, nor as a self-satisfied 'Sounds bad, but I’m outta here', the way Vivier’s response piece or others of its ilk do; rather, it is framed as a rejection of complacency. This is why those who leave are shown not as triumphant heroes, but as harried and desperate fools; hopeless, troubled souls setting forth on a journey that may well be doomed from the start — because isn’t that the fate of most people who set out to fight the injustices they see, and that they cannot help but see once they have been made aware of it? The story is a metaphor, not a math problem, and 'walking away' might just as easily encompass any form of sincere and fully committed struggle against injustice: a lonely, often thankless journey, yet one which is no less essential for its difficulty."

- Kurt Schiller, from "Omelas, Je T'aime." Blood Knife, 8 July 2022.

#kurt schiller #ursula k. le guin #quote #quotations #the ones who walk away from omelas #trolley problem #activism #introspection #discomfort #reform #revolution #suffering #ethics #morality

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soulinkpoetry · 10 months

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Let’s see how many times This gets reblogged in here.

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#introspection #flaws #humans #open minded #daily quotes

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pratchettquotes · 8 months

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That was the thing about witches. They were, according to Granny Weatherwax, "people what looks up." She didn't explain. She seldom explained. She didn't mean people who looked at the sky; everyone did that. She probably meant that they looked up above the everyday chores and wondered, "What's all this about? How does it work? What should I do? What am I for?" And possibly even: "Is there anything worn under the kilt?"

Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

#granny weatherwax #esme weatherwax #tiffany aching #wintersmith #discworld #terry pratchett #witches #people #kilts #psychology #perspective #reflection #introspection #philosophy #explanations #people what looks up #the thing about witches

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prinsomnia · 2 years

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never thought i had it in me 🕯

#illustration #aesthetic #magical #stars #fantasy #abstract #tulip #home #introspection #art ph #digital art #art fart #portfolio #prinsomnia #hey! in a few hours - i turn 23 <3 its such a small number #yet what a long life i feel like i've lived already. thank you all for being a part of it :'') all 135K of you who stuck it with me #since i was like what - 16?#crazy.#i'm grateful for everything - despite everything. may i never lose hope <3

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somos-deseos · 6 months

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Handmade lamp of the little prince.

#photo #photography #aesthetic #pequeño principe #lampara artesanal #art #artists on tumblr #photographers on tumblr #handmade lamp #handmade #seguen oriah #seguen #introspection #little prince #en tu orbita #a tu medida #fotos #arte #octubre2023

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blackswaneuroparedux · 9 months

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Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.

Thomas Merton , No Man Is an Island

#merton #thomas merton #quote #art #artist #painting #meaning of art #aesthetics #femme #beauty #introspection #arts #culture

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eldestdauqhter · 2 months

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good morning i am thinking of emma morley and her stubbornness in love. her immovable devotion to who she is and to do what she thinks she must for herself; how she refuses to lift a finger for anything that lies outside of what she feels she deserves in that point of time. this being dexter, separation from ian, or to not have a workplace lover twice her age. eventually she finds success, and in turn that makes her deem herself worthy of the merit of france and jean pierre.

but here’s the kicker, dexter is just as stubborn as her. or rather he’s persistent than ever before. his tragedies have turned him into an incurable open sore and his love weeps. and emma refuses. or at the very least she tries. but she knew the french word for tonsilitis, and jean pierre is too perfect anyway, and she’s been waiting on dexter to look at her all their lives. she thinks maybe this is their chance. how we’re all fools in love

#haha im in pain #introspection #rambling #one day #one day netflix #emma morley #dexter mayhew #we accept the love we think we deserve #blah blah blah you know the gist

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jaggedjawjosh · 3 days

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Confidence is not in the attire, but in the celebration of our unique selves.

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voidic3ntity · 3 days

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death, such is the difficult & delicate problem we all face alone:

in moments of darkness, the existential spiral swirls endlessly,

alone in our homes, as each day creeps ever closer to infinity;

are our stories of something greater, afterlife or nothingness,

merely fragile fabrications of woven language to comfort us?

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artiststarme · 11 months

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Steve couldn’t understand why the Party wanted him around. He didn’t see why anyone would want to hang around some deadbeat that peaked in high school, he certainly wouldn’t. Case in point, all of his friends were going somewhere. Dustin was a genius, Robin was brilliant, and Eddie was going to be a world famous rockstar like Freddy Mercury was. Max was healing nicely and she would be something important, Lucas was great with people so he’d have a bright future, and Mike was… passionate. El and Will were fabulous so he was sure they would amount to everything.

Why would any of them drag themselves down with Steve? Robin could choose so many other soulmates better than Steve. He couldn’t relate to being a “band geek” in high school or working full time to save money for college, he couldn’t even get into college. In his mind, anyone could be a better friend to her than he could.

And why was Eddie dating him? Beautiful, smart, strategic, funny Eddie. He could have anyone he wanted and yet he settled for Steve. No matter how many times Eddie told him he loved him and couldn’t imagine life without him, Steve couldn’t wrap his head around it. What was so special about himself that all of these people stuck around?

Nothing had changed over the years, really. He was still the neglected boy sitting on the bleachers after baseball practice, waiting for his parents to come pick him up. Even back when he was little, his parents knew he was nothing special. They’d taken the first flight out of Hawkins and had hardly looked back since.

Hell, even Steve’s friends in high school figured it out. Tommy and Carol hadn’t said a word to encourage him to stay, they sent him away with silent glares and indifferent shrugs as if being a friend to Steve was more of an effort than it was worth.

And Nancy, his first heartbreak. She dropped him like everyone else always had. As soon as another boy showed her kindness and affection, she dropped Steve like a hot potato and broke his heart on the way out the door.

Steve knew it was only a matter of time before the Party grew tired of him. Every outing, Steve watched them like it would be the last time. Because just like everyone else, they would all leave and move onto better things. And Steve would be left broken with no one to pick up the pieces.

#Robin is mortified when she hears about this and makes it a point to prove how much she loves him every day #Steve will never not be her Dingus #Eddie too is horrified and starts showering Steve with affection #he’s never touch starved again after Eddie gets ahold of him #eventually Steve realizes that the Party will never leave him and they never do #stranger things #steddie #fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #introspection #robin buckley

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introspect1998 · 21 days

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I'm a pile of unfinished things, unsaid feelings, unthought thoughts, and unlived lives.

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faronmckenzie · 3 months

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Watch your THOUGHTS they become your WORDS

Watch your WORDS they become your ACTIONS

Watch your ACTIONS they produce your FUTURE.

#thoughts #words of wisdom #actions #future #inspiring quotes #introspection #words #quotes #quoteoftheday #love #meditation #spirituality #energy #spiritual awakening #motivation #inspiration

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whenaprilwoodsarered · 18 days

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Opinion — Imperfection —

Those we all must have -

To Butt out Heads,-

Superior —

And Fall on Soiled ground —

The Sky can tell you what is right,-

And the Patterns of the sand —

Though - we are imperfect -

We live on perfect Land —

#classical poetry #poetry #modern poets #19th century #original poem #emilydickinson #humanity #introspection #hope #perfection

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