We are all moving towards something; an end state, a 'final' destination, consciously or unconsciously. Within each of our thoughts, each of our decisions, and each of our actions lies a fragment of the lie in which we are headed towards. We are in constant motion, but how often do we remain still and consider: … Continue reading To what end.
Author: Dylan Yilmaz
I'm a man who is trying to improve the world. I know this is an arduous task, however, broken down logically it isn't so complicated. The world is made up of individual humans. Change a human, change a part of the world. Start with yourself.
The musings of a foolish genius.
We live in deep water; they see only the surface. Those who dare to dive deep into these infinite waters are blessed with wealth beyond imagination. Those who dive deep change the world; those who dive deep get closer to seeing things for how they truly are. The surface people, those people, those who conform … Continue reading The musings of a foolish genius.
The Social Brain.
One. To grow, the Human animal requires a change of perception, a change of behaviour; our growth is predicated on the ingestion of new ideas, ideas that change our perception, which, in turn, changes our behaviour. We ingest ideas in the form of the media to which we are exposed; Advertisements, television, Netflix, YouTube, Instagram, … Continue reading The Social Brain.
It’s ok to be different.
It's okay to be different, it's okay to be yourself, and it doesn't matter what others think. Be respectful, act with kindness but never bend in the face of malevolence; assert yourself. Be thoughtful and caring of others, and as long as you do these things, be yourself, be unapologetically you. Because you are enough, … Continue reading It’s ok to be different.
The Life Misunderstood.
It's a strange thing to be constantly misunderstood, You speak your words and they hear me as if I were speaking in tongues, Maybe I'm an alien, from a galaxy far far away, Maybe one day I'll find my spaceship and fly far far away.
The Black Dog.
Suddenly, as if it were injected into me, a thick black veil falls over me; I feel the black dog walking behind me. The black dog, the inescapable feeling that lingers in the recesses of my mind; the ever present feeling that follows me through life. Deeply rooted in the past, in my sadness and … Continue reading The Black Dog.
The Tall Poppy.
I am the designer, I am the architect; the one who creates the fabric in which the illusions of our mind dance before us. I am meta, I am the abstract; I am the rules of existence. I see the ends of stories before they begin; aware of the potentialities; how might they manifest? Observer … Continue reading The Tall Poppy.
