Thoughts of an old man

[glockman]

Thus far, I see ourselves as painters in this expansive canvas of space time, our works of art would be covered by others in future anyways, keep calm and paint on

For a brief moment, I thought you were referring to oral sex. My mind's default is usually at a dirty place. It's a curse I carry.

 

[zhihau]

For a brief moment, I thought you were referring to oral sex. My mind's default is usually at a dirty place. It's a curse I carry.

It is wishing thinking that the pussies of our ex’es ain’t painted by others after us?

 

[zhihau]

We build our lives around the acquisition of objects, believing that the next purchase will be the key to a missing contentment. Yet, this pursuit is a mirage.
Material wealth accumulates, but the self does not deepen. We trade hours of our finite lives for things that promise status, comfort, or identity, only to find these symbols are empty vessels.
The new car loses its scent, the latest gadget becomes obsolete, and the larger house reveals itself to be just more space to fill.
True fulfillment—a sense of peace, connection, and purpose—cannot be manufactured, shipped, or owned. It is found in the intangible: in relationships, in experiences that shape us, in moments of awe, and in the quiet cultivation of the inner self. To seek it elsewhere is the fundamental futility of materialism.
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Be wise.
Find a good girl you love, to love and be loved. Be happy with her for the few years that you have left.
Everything else will pass.

Dedicating this song for all of us here.

 

[tobelightlight]