Action Alone Is Thy Province, Never The Fruits Thereof; Let Not Thy Motive Be The Fruit Of Action, Nor

Action alone is thy province, never the fruits thereof; let not thy motive be the fruit of action, nor shouldst thou desire to avoid action

Mahatma Gandhi

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7 years ago

Still loving it! :D

It occurs to me that there are people who weren’t on this website in 2012 and therefore never saw the magical gif that you can actually hear:

It Occurs To Me That There Are People Who Weren’t On This Website In 2012 And Therefore Never Saw The

It’s been over five years and that still impresses the hell out of me.

7 years ago

Normality

One of my best friends called me odd, whimsical, even eccentric at times. He asked me, not to take it the wrong way because I'm special hence I'm allowed to be. I was so flattered but it made me think.

I used to try so hard to be normal. I tried to be like everyone else and failed miserably. Then the coping mechanisms kicked in and I renounced every social convention - everything normal. Don't get me wrong, I never tried to be myself, but I was as different as possible. Looking back now, I was the kangaroo from the kangaroo chronicles and it was fun, it still is.

Schools of therapists tried to teach me the basic skills needed to live a happy life but not my happy life. In their arrogance they tried to mould me into one of those people I detest so so so much. Reflecting on it, it's exactly what I do with my clients. I hate it. What if they just want to be their own version of the kangaroo? Is that who I want to be? The guy living his dreams, travelling the world, trying to take as big a dump on the man and society as possible, but telling other people to adapt? And if so, how much is the right amount?

But the most pressing question is: Did I turn into one of them? I used to live by a rule, I'm not sure who said it, but knowing me, some philosopher. If you find yourself on the side of the majority, stop and reflect. I argue within the system. Just like politicians unable to see, there are different ways of doing things. Ways outside of a capitalistic oppressive society. Instead of fighting me/us on changing the world, I was lulled into their world. I have a decent job, make okay money, study in my free time and shut the fuck up because I'm fed, stressed and all in all happy.

What am I to conclude now? What can I do? What will I do? It remains to be seen. I'll start by being myself some more, even if that means running headfirst into some walls. But most importantly I'll keep using the train. It's just the best way to get around whilst being able to think.

7 years ago

Compassion is the same way,' Joshua said. 'That's what the yeti knew. He loved constantly, instantly, spontaneously, without though or words. That's what he taught me. Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell.

Lamb – Christopher Moore

7 years ago

Love without desire, or conditions, or limits—a pure and radiant glow in the heart that could make me giddy and sad and glorious all at once. Where does it go? Why, in all their experiments, did the Magi never try to capture the purity in a bottle? Perhaps it is lost to us when we become sexual creatures, and no magic can bring it back.

Lamb - the gospel according to Biff

7 years ago
Hey Google, Remind Me To Love Myself Every Day.

Hey google, remind me to love myself every day.

7 years ago

Kung-Tse

If the offspring of a plough ox has a reddish coat and perfectly formed horns, even if we won't use it in a sacrifice, would the spirit of the mountains and rivers refuse to accept it?

7 years ago

Like looking into a mirror!

herr-turtur - Die Wüste wächst: weh Dem, der Wüsten birgt!
herr-turtur - Die Wüste wächst: weh Dem, der Wüsten birgt!
herr-turtur - Die Wüste wächst: weh Dem, der Wüsten birgt!
herr-turtur - Die Wüste wächst: weh Dem, der Wüsten birgt!
7 years ago

Was ich habe, will ich nicht verlieren, aber wo ich bin, will ich nicht bleiben, aber die ich liebe, will ich nicht verlassen, aber die ich kenne, will ich nicht mehr sehen, aber wo ich lebe, da will ich nicht sterben, aber wo ich sterbe, da will ich nicht hin: Bleiben will ich, wo ich nie gewesen bin.

Thomas Brasch

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