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  1. Shadow Beam

    Life is Pointless

    By Shadow Beam,

    As plain as the title puts it, life is indeed pointless. We are a consequence, an aftermath of haphazardness that's been located in a minuscule point, within a mere solar system, hovering aimlessly through an ever expanding Universe. What we know, what we feel; mere chemical and quantum reactions between proteins, particles and atoms with the only objective of reassuring your survival and offspring; deed that with our cognitive thrive has been profaned with incentives of dissimilar features.
     
    From the screen facing you, to your family and the meaning and sentiments you hold for your family are nothing but mere lies. Unfathomable delusions that wouldn't achieve any value weren't for specific regions of your encephalon. Languages, society, concepts ulterior to expressions, all of it vacant attemts of sophisticated brains to internalize their surroundings.
     
    There's no reason for us to be here, it's all a fluke, and every movement and synapse will be directed towards the preservation of our physical selves.
     
    But then, whereas life has no impromptu significance, whilst our existance itself is bound to raise and decay in the dust, to be fragmented and dissoluted to become part of biological beings and inanimate objects, right now we possess a gift.
     
    And upon such bitter reflexion, you may ask yourself how could there be such a gift below this fallacy, such blatant and cruel imposition?
     
    We have been bestowed te capacity to, in our own way, understand what surrounds us. Mankind will never achieve naturally the ability to perceive all colors (the whole color spectrum), nor to comprehend how our surroundings look, nor why certain things even exist. Mankind will NEVER, be able to even conceive the integral entirety of all. But what mankind is able to achieve, it does it giving its all; many facing the dolorous fact of their aimless existance by giving it, by the own will and limited cogitation, a meaning of their own.
     
    So what? What if love doesn't actually exist? What if it is said that there's no God, and if there's nothing like a soul? What if we all are going to die? What if every single step achieved by our species, which we deem of unfathomable importance, shall meet an unworthy obliteration by time or even our very own greed and malice?
     
    You were given two choices; grieve for your faux beingness, or embrace it, be thankful for it and every given falsehood that may lie below it, for delusions are our only truth; through which we became entrepeneurs of knowledge of our own, conquerors of the world that we perceive and in countless cases from ones that we couldn't possibly understand.
     
    What if there's no imposed meaning to achieve, if you can set your own and even expire to fulfill it?
     
    If our awareness is hollow, vain; let us bring it to its ultimate potential, and experience that inoffensive deception called bliss.
  2. Shadow Beam

    Rough week.

    By Shadow Beam,

    An exam each day of the current week. Managed to go through three already, hopefully I'll get a high or decent grade in each.
     
    Hopefully...
     
    My poor brain is about to melt into a muggy, visceral shake...
  3. Shadow Beam
    And one day, you come to realize that you love a show about adorkable cake-coloured sentient ponies that live in a land of magic, and that it is also followed by one of the best, most tolerant and friendly fandoms that ever existed.
    With you guys I've been able to improve, not only in specific matters, like drawing and my english (With the help of some of the most amazing amateur artists and writers I've ever known), but as a person as well. And for that I'm grateful in ways you could never understand (Or maybe yes.).
    As many people around here, I was severely treated like trash on school for years. Most of my life really. And finding a place like this full of (mostly) good willing people, many of them great artists, musicians, writters, animators, etc is just something that I only could've dreamed of a few years ago. When you create something people won't say it's trash, they will try to help you out, to help you to improve.
    Before becoming a brony I was puzzled, but now I understand, and I wish I had before.
     
    Special thanks to my best buddies around the forum:
     
    @CC_Maud_Pie Thanks for being my first friend around the forums and checking up on me!
     
    @Comrade Courage Muh brudah!
     
    @ShadOBabe The embodiment of a shipping frenzy, a great friend and awesome artist :3
     
    @Eloquence A great writter and friend, always willing to lend a hand. It's pretty obvious how grateful I am for your help, but I had to mention you anyways.
     
    And many more!
     
    Sorry if this was a bit cheesy guys, but this is my first entry and I wanted to make it worth. I hope someday I'll be able to repay all of you.
     
    Shesh, I'm bit teary eyed right now. Until next time!
  4. Shadow Beam
    Nightmare Night has already hit these lands. And as a homage, I wrote something in ten minutes because I was bored as heck. Why, you may ask? I don't know, I was bored I guess.
     
    "A night to be remembered; dim, portentous, menacing.
     
    Gentle wafts turned into vicious blasts of air, threes were plucked from their roots, supernatural thunders branded a clear sky. Confused souls ran and stumbled upon each other, yet none could tell, none could understand what transpired, how grudges from past times unveiled into havoc.
     
    As a mere fabric the skies gashed, dismembered constellations covered the sky as the most obscure of voids emerged amongst them, concealing the brightest of moons; the whole crowd impregnated with the stench of apprehension, of utter horror. Whereas catatonic ponies and beasts anticipated the most hideous consequences, a cackle emerged; impudent, loud and pervasive, and subsequently followed an outburst of chaos.
     
    A blinding, yet mesmerizing beam slit the skies and embraced the world below. None was prepared, for the embodiment of spite had arrived, overwhelming as a storm, all-powerful as the skies up high and the most devastating tide. And a slender figure arose, its black coat merging with the new darkness that surrounded the firmament; orbs emanating hatred and pride surmounting the fiend, whose svelte figure was protected by unknown metals and was escorted by ethereal mist. The world trembled at each step, the grass and flowers withered with each step, untold atrocities arose from the depts of the world.
     
    A thunderous voice pierced the skies, and a warning was dispatched, for the Maiden of the Night had returned. Shall nary forget their deeds; for betrayal does not go unforgiven; for time does not seal the deepest wounds.
     
    The Nightmare was free."
     
    Enjoy the spooks lads. Have a good one.
  5. Shadow Beam
    Since small, I was always very keen to overthink every single situation. To 'vacate' the physical world for a minute and just ponder on what I was and what I was capable of.
     
    Fortunately, that feature of mine never left, and I say 'fortunately' because doing so actually gives me such... relief, and yet such helplessness. Of course, this doesn't sound like a sensation to be fond of, but the truth is that the mixed feelings that follow the realizations of what am I, how small, insignificant we all are, blooms pure humbleness in me. Furthermore, mentioned realizations and feelings become more twisted as I become aware of our real potential, how much we can influence our surroundings, even predict our future in a farly accurate manner.
     
    I'll try to explain my vision, try.
     
    We are humans. We've been bestowed with the supreme gift. We can think and believe, we say what is right and what is wrong, the very universe exists because we gave it a name, because we are the ones who discerned it, even if we are insignificant in any measure. We don't fret against infinity, we scrutinize it no matter how many centuries or milenniums it takes. We can look at adversity right into the eye and spit on it, because we, as petty as we are, are able to bend the nature, to protect it or destroy it.
     
    We're the ones that can. Simple as that.
     
    Look high at the sky, and just think for a second. Just conceive every single sparkly dot you see as another star dwelling at inconceibable distances. We named them. We studied them. We know what they are, how they work, but for most of us those are just numbers, chemical reactions that originate heat, and whose leftovers may or may not have formed moons and planets.
     
    Every single philosopher, every single scientist, every single man and woman was born in here, Earth, a rocky planet of 510 072 000 km² that orbits the Sun, alas most of us never actually realizes that even the blue sky is deceiving, that beyond its safe appearance there's a cold, obscure vacuum, that any given niggle is actually happening in this infinitsimal, hovering rock. From this very rock, we emerged and began our lust for knowledge, for power and meaning. We studied and found logical reasons behind untold phenomena which, most certainly, we are bound to never witness. We found ourselves, lonely conscious creatures, lost inside a world we couldn't understand, and our curiosity and wit drove us on a path of discoveries, tragedies, bliss and sadness.
     
    We are a miracle, because we are able to understand what a miracle is. Since the beginning of our journey we were able to feel impressed, we were able to question our surroundings, thus we embarked in the neverending lust for knowledge. In general, as humans, we don't really feel the need to know more because we like it, we need them because it's an innate and imperative obligation to avoid obliviousness.
     
    Feel small, yet colossal. Feel weak, yet supreme. We are beings with a span of life so short that it couldn't be considered as a mere second to the universe, but we are able to leave a mark. Unfortunately, history has repeatedly proved how easily we can stumble before our instincts, and we, the current and future generations, must swear under oath that these unfortunate events will be eclipsed when compared to our achievements to come.
     
    The man is the one who can, yet what the man can do is up to each and every single one of us, to every thought and to every action. Even a boulder can change history, just imagine what one person is capable of.
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