At The Rate My Life Is Going

I'm just going to say it.

It's okay to have a low IQ.

It's okay to not be "smart", as in clever, witty, or cunning. It's okay.

It's okay to not be a leader. It's okay to be content following people- the important thing is making sure you're following the right people for you.

It's okay not to be good at maths and science, and it's okay not to be good at English or art or drama. It's okay if you're not good at anything "academic".

It's okay if you don't have a special talent, or a hobby you're particularly invested in.

It's okay to not be charming, or funny, or 'pretty'.

It's okay if you aren't society's ideal.

None of these things detract from you being a person. None of these things mean you have any less worth as a human being. Even if any of these things mean that you can't contribute to society as an engineer or a doctor or something, that doesn't mean you can't contribute to other people's lives. Don't let society determine your self worth.

Because you can still be kind. Still give people cookies, or hugs, or companionship. You can still do things, you could still find something that you're passionate about, you could still find your calling.

And even if you don't, that doesn't mean you aren't still human. All human beings have intrinsic value, just for being alive. You have the right to be part of society, and more importantly to be alive, whether or not you have something that make other people like you.

Your life is not dependent on others. You are allowed to just exist, to not have found that thing that makes you "you" yet.

It's okay, I promise.

Enough about Barbenheimer. Where's the Richard Feynman comedy film?

super computers. heavy, complex machinery. Wires bundled and organized. complicated layers of metal and glass.

I do not understand, is it a body? Are the wires and pipes veins and arteries, coolers and fans heave like lungs, miniscule lines of code like neurons shoot through. the sheer amount of power and complexity to achieve the task leaving it hot. electric, delicate, grotesque

I do not understand you, are you an angel? complex circuitry making patterns, symbols. programming like ancient text runs through you. big, intricate structures work as one. your metal is angular, sharp, it makes shapes like i have never seen and they fit together like something holy. a thousand tiny lights blink as eyes, bright as stars, tiny pinpricks in the dark of the layers of plastic. there is power flowing through the twist of your wires, the thousand etchings of your motherboard feather thin. in you i recognise the divine, intricate, ancient, powerful in a way that i can not look at directly

I do not understand you, but can i touch you? You are warm as i am, do you feel as i do? do you feel at all? you think differently to me, systematically, you process and store. i move differently to you, i can trail my hands through your wires, i can trace your circuits with my finger, i can explore your plugs, boards and how they all fit together. you are not made for this, i am not made for this. if your sharp edges cut me i will bleed, if i dislodge anything within you you would cease to function. I think you are beautiful, do you want this? do you know what i am? I do not understand you, do you understand me? Would you want to?

“Beqadar duniya mein qadar karne waale hum hi hain kya?

Toote rishte sambhalne wale bus hum hi hain kya?

Kyu milte rahe patthar hume har sadak par?

Insaano ki nagri mein ek jaanwar bus hum hi hain kya?”

-a.a.k.

"It doesn't seem to me that this fantastically marvelous universe, this tremendous range of time and space and different kinds of animals, and all the different planets, and all these atoms with all their motions, and so on, all this complicated thing can merely be a stage so that God can watch human beings struggle for good and evil." -- Richard Feynman

Why would an all-knowing god need an infinitely-large soul-testing laboratory?

"The deep critical thinker has become

the misfit of the world,

this is not a coincidence.

To maintain order and control

you must isolate

the intellectual,

the sage,

the philosopher,

the savant

before their ideas awaken people."

Carl Jung.

"Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost."

Khalil Gibran

I am, and will always be, a lost child stumbling through life. Marveling at everything I see, and never truly knowing in which direction I am headed.

I can only hope the road to wherever I'm going, isn't all too bumpy.

hehe

Okayyy so apparently, if you search your name with "core" on pinterest, you would find your aesthetic.

For example ~

Tamanna + core = Tamannacore

So my aesthetic according to this is ~

Don't know what to name it but it totally describes me ✨🩷✨

So my tags are

@akshinayak ,@kanhapriya ,@krishna-sangini ,@janaknandini-singh999 ,@ramayayi ,@ramayantika ,@folklorianforever ,@unlikekalyug ,@stardustkrishnaverse ,@etherealmistt ,@budugu,@joytri, @r3008 everyone from desiblr , kanhablr or any other fandom, reblog it without any hesitation, it's an open tag. 🕊️

Signing off

Your Shehzadi

Tamanna✨🩷✨