What is perception...?
Psychological Definition:
Perception is the process of attaining awareness or understanding of sensory information.
So, judging by the above statement, perception is how we see things, how we view the world and the people in it.
This makes me believe that we only perceive the world and the people with our eyes?
Am I correct? Lets explore...
Answer me this question: How do you perceive yourself?
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Is this perception?
Is this the way the world views you, by the way you look?
Shouldn't perception of a person be based on their actions, their beliefs and their heart.
What do you see when you look into your heart?
Now answer me this: What is the true meaning of perception?
What about peoples perception over time...?
I often wonder, how today or yesterday will look in over a thousand years.
What they would say about our history, Would our great empire fall to dust like many others before it? What kind of system of law would they have compared to ours?
Have we done anything that would make our era stand out, both bad or good. Is there hope in the knowledge that you may have made a mark on this world strong enough to keep the era alive, your voice forever imprinted in the future.
In thousands of years, will they care about the way you looked, or what you wore?
Or will they care about the things you did and said?
Perception of people should not be based on how they look.
Does their hair look pretty, is she wearing just a little bit too much make-up?
Why is the world obsessed with looking beautiful?
Shouldn't we be concentrating more on the way we run our lives, the choices that we make and the people we may affect, now and forever into the future.
I believe perception to be the actions someone decides to take, and the decisions that they decide to make.
Do I have to do my hair everyday to show the world that I am a great person? NO
Do I have to wear the right amount of make-up and perfume everyday to show the world I am worthy? NO
Do I have to watch what I eat for fear of judged in a way nobody should be judged? NO
In the end, does the belief in perception really matter?
No matter how many times I writes these words, and try and convince you that it's what is in your heart that counts - you will still feel the need to look beautiful and to be popular - don't worry I do it too.
People SEE you for who you are, before they get inside your head - and unfortunately that is the way the world is going to role for a very long time....
Just do me one thing,
The next time you put on your make-up or you do your hair....ask yourself this question:
Would I be any less great, if I didn't do this?
Would my day be any less great, if I didn't do this?
Chances are, you have answered no to the above questions.
Just think about how people will perceive you in a thousand years, how do you want to be remembered:
Because you had nice hair, or
Because you changed the world?
Dare to be something great, something you will be remembered for!
Bye guys,
Sue
Saturday, 7 March 2009
Friday, 6 March 2009
Why do people write?
Why do people write?
As I write this post I have the feeling of awesomeness of the phenomena that writing is, the overwhelming urge to put my pen to paper; the stupendous process of thoughts being translated into words; I come to find myself asking, why is it that we write?
Why do we share thoughts, opinions, advises, stories and experiences through the written word, and not just use the word of mouth? And aside from the sole purpose of saving information or knowledge on paper; we tend to express our selves via written words more strongly and accurately than we do vocally.
You can come to know some people better through reading their work; you see, you can never lie to that piece of paper in front of you; and why should you; you can show it love, happiness, joy, hope and it will accept it all, no questions asked. Similarly show hate and that white piece of paper will accept it, show it vengeance, ugliness, evil, perversion and it will still accept it all, also no questions asked. But why do we do it?
We tend to use that generous nature of the white piece of paper, and we scribble on it all of our inmost desires and secrets, jot down all of our fears and hope, write in it our wishes and dreams; and use it to communicate with others of this world. But why do we do it?
Words are magic; civilizations are written in history, and history is written in words, and if not in words, were drawn on walls. Written words are there to stay, to be constant, to always have effect. But why do we do it?
Do you think people are ever afraid to write? There could be a lot of pain or joy that we may never read about. Also why do we choose to read what we do? Is there something that draws you in before, or is it just wanting to see how someone else views the world? For example, why are you reading my blog?
Writing is powerful, it really is. Even just something that is simple can be very moving to someone. Are people running scared because once written those words cannot be undone.
Words can really change to world.
That brings us to my question, why do we write? Do we write, because we have something to say, or do we write because we have too, maybe we write because we have talent to do so, or we write because we just can, I know we definitely write so we can share, share our hopes and dreams, our failures and successes, share our falls and our raise, our defeats and victories, our hate and love, or simply just share our thoughts. Writing is a matter that can be very intimate, like a journal or a personal dairy; or can be very public like a column or an article.
I believe we write because we feel the power of the written words; reading words and hearing them are totally different, when we read the stories we live their worlds, we embrace the heroes, we become the words we read, imagination runs free, not limited by other senses of vision, touch, hearing or even smell. While reading, your world is the extent of your mind, and the mind can cross spaces of time and distance, bend realities and makeup new rules, that we actually can't do. When I read about war, I can imagine my own custom settings of that war, even with all details given to me by the writer, I still can manage to make it my own, while in films, you are limited to what your vision interprets to the brain, if you see a red tank, you cant convince yourself it's blue.
I believe words say and have it all, you can express feelings otherwise unexpressed by sounds, written words are always true, no matter the pretense or the facade been put, you can always find parts of the writer in their own words.
I write these words, to write, because I love writing; I write these words to speak with all you reading this, I write these words to share my feelings.....
So tell me, why do YOU write what you write?
Sue
As I write this post I have the feeling of awesomeness of the phenomena that writing is, the overwhelming urge to put my pen to paper; the stupendous process of thoughts being translated into words; I come to find myself asking, why is it that we write?
Why do we share thoughts, opinions, advises, stories and experiences through the written word, and not just use the word of mouth? And aside from the sole purpose of saving information or knowledge on paper; we tend to express our selves via written words more strongly and accurately than we do vocally.
You can come to know some people better through reading their work; you see, you can never lie to that piece of paper in front of you; and why should you; you can show it love, happiness, joy, hope and it will accept it all, no questions asked. Similarly show hate and that white piece of paper will accept it, show it vengeance, ugliness, evil, perversion and it will still accept it all, also no questions asked. But why do we do it?
We tend to use that generous nature of the white piece of paper, and we scribble on it all of our inmost desires and secrets, jot down all of our fears and hope, write in it our wishes and dreams; and use it to communicate with others of this world. But why do we do it?
Words are magic; civilizations are written in history, and history is written in words, and if not in words, were drawn on walls. Written words are there to stay, to be constant, to always have effect. But why do we do it?
Do you think people are ever afraid to write? There could be a lot of pain or joy that we may never read about. Also why do we choose to read what we do? Is there something that draws you in before, or is it just wanting to see how someone else views the world? For example, why are you reading my blog?
Writing is powerful, it really is. Even just something that is simple can be very moving to someone. Are people running scared because once written those words cannot be undone.
Words can really change to world.
That brings us to my question, why do we write? Do we write, because we have something to say, or do we write because we have too, maybe we write because we have talent to do so, or we write because we just can, I know we definitely write so we can share, share our hopes and dreams, our failures and successes, share our falls and our raise, our defeats and victories, our hate and love, or simply just share our thoughts. Writing is a matter that can be very intimate, like a journal or a personal dairy; or can be very public like a column or an article.
I believe we write because we feel the power of the written words; reading words and hearing them are totally different, when we read the stories we live their worlds, we embrace the heroes, we become the words we read, imagination runs free, not limited by other senses of vision, touch, hearing or even smell. While reading, your world is the extent of your mind, and the mind can cross spaces of time and distance, bend realities and makeup new rules, that we actually can't do. When I read about war, I can imagine my own custom settings of that war, even with all details given to me by the writer, I still can manage to make it my own, while in films, you are limited to what your vision interprets to the brain, if you see a red tank, you cant convince yourself it's blue.
I believe words say and have it all, you can express feelings otherwise unexpressed by sounds, written words are always true, no matter the pretense or the facade been put, you can always find parts of the writer in their own words.
I write these words, to write, because I love writing; I write these words to speak with all you reading this, I write these words to share my feelings.....
So tell me, why do YOU write what you write?
Sue
I love to write...
The ravishing thoughts of a once live mind now dead, echoed with the deafening sound of a heart that bleeds and as the soul laid down to waste, the mortal coil got set to be erased.
Now I know what you are thinking, what's with the depressing start to this post?
If you are, then continue on to know why, and if not, well just enjoy this all the same...
Go over those sentences again, how does it make you feel? Is it a poem, or are they just words, maybe it was never intended to be so, but came out never the less as is.....
Still confused?
Then sit back, for this is a first seat view to the insight of why I sometimes write what I write...
One of the reasons I write, simply is to put a word I like or have been thinking about, onto a page and into a sentence, I would build up a whole story or an article discussing whatever issue, so i can just use that one word, getting the picture now?
If not, well let me try to explain more; can you figure out which word in the above two sentences I like and thus created those sentences to be a crib for this word?
Give it a try, shouldn't be that hard.
I genuinely love to write, I remember my big stupid smile, when I was asked to write an article for an event the company was holding, how happy I was when it got published the next day in the local newspapers, it may not have been published under my name but they were still my words.
I undeniably love to write, when I read works for my friends, and feel how beautiful the written word is and how strong, and that I can be a part of that world, for just a few seconds. Believing in the greatness, or evil, of the words and the pride I get knowing my friends can write such poetry.
I absolutely love to write, when I read the comments on the work I have written, those words of encouragement and support, friendship and love, proud and envey where it all connects, writers and readers alike, a big shout out to those, keep the comments coming guys.
I truly love to write, because in my writings I can say whatever and not give a f**k, I can thrash people, criticise thoughts, fall in love or make up a sci-fi; I can thrill ppl, I can make them sleep; and I can alter lives, I just love how words can alter lives.
I evidently love to write, because I challenge myself with the game of words, I would think up a word and then I would try to build a piece around it, as I have done many times before and as I have done just now in the beginning of this piece.
I love to write, simply because I can. I may not be the next JK Rowling or William Faulkner, I may not be good at all, but I believe it's something I can do, and if I can then I enjoy it.
I love to write.
Next post will be about writing, and why YOU love to write - get thinking of your answers!!
Sue.
Now I know what you are thinking, what's with the depressing start to this post?
If you are, then continue on to know why, and if not, well just enjoy this all the same...
Go over those sentences again, how does it make you feel? Is it a poem, or are they just words, maybe it was never intended to be so, but came out never the less as is.....
Still confused?
Then sit back, for this is a first seat view to the insight of why I sometimes write what I write...
One of the reasons I write, simply is to put a word I like or have been thinking about, onto a page and into a sentence, I would build up a whole story or an article discussing whatever issue, so i can just use that one word, getting the picture now?
If not, well let me try to explain more; can you figure out which word in the above two sentences I like and thus created those sentences to be a crib for this word?
Give it a try, shouldn't be that hard.
I genuinely love to write, I remember my big stupid smile, when I was asked to write an article for an event the company was holding, how happy I was when it got published the next day in the local newspapers, it may not have been published under my name but they were still my words.
I undeniably love to write, when I read works for my friends, and feel how beautiful the written word is and how strong, and that I can be a part of that world, for just a few seconds. Believing in the greatness, or evil, of the words and the pride I get knowing my friends can write such poetry.
I absolutely love to write, when I read the comments on the work I have written, those words of encouragement and support, friendship and love, proud and envey where it all connects, writers and readers alike, a big shout out to those, keep the comments coming guys.
I truly love to write, because in my writings I can say whatever and not give a f**k, I can thrash people, criticise thoughts, fall in love or make up a sci-fi; I can thrill ppl, I can make them sleep; and I can alter lives, I just love how words can alter lives.
I evidently love to write, because I challenge myself with the game of words, I would think up a word and then I would try to build a piece around it, as I have done many times before and as I have done just now in the beginning of this piece.
I love to write, simply because I can. I may not be the next JK Rowling or William Faulkner, I may not be good at all, but I believe it's something I can do, and if I can then I enjoy it.
I love to write.
Next post will be about writing, and why YOU love to write - get thinking of your answers!!
Sue.
Wednesday, 4 March 2009
Thoughts about language....
How many times you thought about one of your thoughts and became so thoughtful that there was no other thought to think?
It happens to many everyday. Life is all about observation. We learn by observing our surroundings and everything we can reach at any given point in time. We reserve those observations as memory and thoughts which can be used later in our life.
I never told you. I am a philosopher [in my own right and unique like any other individual] and a poet and a person who can prove that I am also someone who is illogical all the time and can make anyone go wild. I am still trying to figure out how to do that. I have been thinking for a long time and so are you. This is nothing big and not so important. However I extol the energy of my brain which gets used up thinking about thoughts which really have no relevance in real life.
Let me tell you why?
Did you ever think about bald people. Can they have Hairline fractures?
I am yet to figure out the difference between a novel and a book.
How old are you before it can be said you died of old age?
Why is it when we laugh in school the teachers say do you find something funny (It happens all the time)? When obviously we do?
If nobody buys a ticket to a movie do they still show it?
If someone owns a piece of land, do they own it all the way to the center of the earth (and above it too, How much above)?
If humans evolved from monkey's/apes, why are they still here?
Why do we say things like “What is your good name”? Do we consider our name bad or individuals have 2 names, is one of them bad?
Have you ever wondered why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?
Do penguins have knees?
Why is it written "May contain traces of peanuts or other kind of nuts" on peanut butter jars. Are people stupid enough not to realize it themselves? May be they are. Again I am not sure...
However for me the biggest question lies in the Great Wall. Why is it called the People's Republic Of China when China's not a republic?
Mystery! Mystery! Mystery!
Are you finding this cool or hot? Now tell me Why do "cool" and "hot" mean the same thing?
Let’s have few more.
Does a baby feel the umbilical cord being cut off? What would have happened if he feels?
I want to name my son/daughter “Anonymous”. Is it legal to name your kid "Anonymous"?
I want to go to South Pole but I also want to dig a hole there. If you dig a hole in the South Pole are you digging up or down?
Would a fly without wings be called a walk?
I have seen a building being built. Why is it called a "building" when it is already built?
Why is it that when you're driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume on the radio? Why? Why? Why?
Let's take a while to think about the English Language:
We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why it is that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth?
If you have one goose, two geese, why not one moose, two meese, or one index, two indices?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend, or that you can comb through the annals of history but not a single annal? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what other language do people ship by truck and send cargo by ship and have noses that run and feet that smell.
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and wise guy are opposites, and quite a lot and quite a few are alike? How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another?
Have you noticed that we talk about certain things only when they are absent? Have you ever seen a horsefull carriage or a strapfull gown; met a sung hero or experienced requited love; have you ever run into someone who was combobulated, gruntled, or peccable?
And where are all those people who ARE spring chickens or who would ACTUALLY hurt a fly?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm clock goes off by going on......
English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which of course, isn't a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when they lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I windup this post, I end it?
I could go on, but instead
Think about how many times you thought about one of your thoughts and became so thoughtful that there was no other thought to think?
Bye guys,
Sue
It happens to many everyday. Life is all about observation. We learn by observing our surroundings and everything we can reach at any given point in time. We reserve those observations as memory and thoughts which can be used later in our life.
I never told you. I am a philosopher [in my own right and unique like any other individual] and a poet and a person who can prove that I am also someone who is illogical all the time and can make anyone go wild. I am still trying to figure out how to do that. I have been thinking for a long time and so are you. This is nothing big and not so important. However I extol the energy of my brain which gets used up thinking about thoughts which really have no relevance in real life.
Let me tell you why?
Did you ever think about bald people. Can they have Hairline fractures?
I am yet to figure out the difference between a novel and a book.
How old are you before it can be said you died of old age?
Why is it when we laugh in school the teachers say do you find something funny (It happens all the time)? When obviously we do?
If nobody buys a ticket to a movie do they still show it?
If someone owns a piece of land, do they own it all the way to the center of the earth (and above it too, How much above)?
If humans evolved from monkey's/apes, why are they still here?
Why do we say things like “What is your good name”? Do we consider our name bad or individuals have 2 names, is one of them bad?
Have you ever wondered why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?
Do penguins have knees?
Why is it written "May contain traces of peanuts or other kind of nuts" on peanut butter jars. Are people stupid enough not to realize it themselves? May be they are. Again I am not sure...
However for me the biggest question lies in the Great Wall. Why is it called the People's Republic Of China when China's not a republic?
Mystery! Mystery! Mystery!
Are you finding this cool or hot? Now tell me Why do "cool" and "hot" mean the same thing?
Let’s have few more.
Does a baby feel the umbilical cord being cut off? What would have happened if he feels?
I want to name my son/daughter “Anonymous”. Is it legal to name your kid "Anonymous"?
I want to go to South Pole but I also want to dig a hole there. If you dig a hole in the South Pole are you digging up or down?
Would a fly without wings be called a walk?
I have seen a building being built. Why is it called a "building" when it is already built?
Why is it that when you're driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume on the radio? Why? Why? Why?
Let's take a while to think about the English Language:
We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why it is that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth?
If you have one goose, two geese, why not one moose, two meese, or one index, two indices?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend, or that you can comb through the annals of history but not a single annal? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what other language do people ship by truck and send cargo by ship and have noses that run and feet that smell.
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and wise guy are opposites, and quite a lot and quite a few are alike? How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another?
Have you noticed that we talk about certain things only when they are absent? Have you ever seen a horsefull carriage or a strapfull gown; met a sung hero or experienced requited love; have you ever run into someone who was combobulated, gruntled, or peccable?
And where are all those people who ARE spring chickens or who would ACTUALLY hurt a fly?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm clock goes off by going on......
English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which of course, isn't a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when they lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I windup this post, I end it?
I could go on, but instead
Think about how many times you thought about one of your thoughts and became so thoughtful that there was no other thought to think?
Bye guys,
Sue
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