ZenVeritas
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| Username | ZenVeritas |
| I am | Male |
| Age | 36 y.o. |
| Here for | Friendship, Romance, Serious Relationship, Marriage |
| Looking for | Female |
| My match's age | from 19 to 42 |
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| Marital status | single |
| Children | no children |
| Sexual Orientation | Straight |
| Ethnicity | white |
| Religion | Spiritual |
| Do you smoke | social smoker |
| Do you drink | social drinker |
| Occupation | Organic Market |
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| About me | I am an investigative martyr, one who experiences all walks of life, pitfalls of all varieties in which to gain a true understanding of what people face in this world. To gain a sense of reality beyond that of a single man. To have carried the weight of all those whom seek only kindness in retrospect of their experiences. The aim is to know of the agony so that it can be lifted freely and with mistake absent from the process. To understand wholly & to honestly share the perspective of any view point.. the role at hand is to be nomadic jack of all trades who has scaled the mountains, swam the seas, lived among the wilderness. Someone who knows of life from all angles, been in the situations and came out with yet another lesson even more prominent than the last. The role is one not to be taken lightly, nor is it to be taken for granted.. never shall it be seen as goals for myself but rather goals for the whole of life. A challenge it seems, to be above oneself so epically profound by ones own nature, yet know it to be truth. Thy role isn't that of a mere consumer but instead a lesson to be lived for mankind. One which is to define what it is to be alive, as well as who we are as a form of living, breathing, potential upon our shared celestial mother. Onward one will travel to lands abroad, sampling the world for everything it has to offer as options upon the menu of possibilities. The only boundaries are those placed before oneself. Nothing holds back the will, aside from the ego. .. beyond the limitations set in place by the subconscious, and otherwise conditioned barriers, the potentialities are as endless as eternity allows. Following the signs of the times the notion that anyone is lost in their journey through their story is perplexing to say the least.. where have all the ancient souls went? How can the world seemingly be so full of fresh souls forgetful of the ways of old? Regression by way of progression has led to repression through a new lesson. The old is worse than new and never can returning to old ways lead to progress..” or so we're taught to believe, but why? Sometimes the answer was missed, and to not go back to check means a whole path not meant to be traversed yet.. a whole mess of potential which is out of place and most probably more difficult to muster than backtracking first for clues. All is not lost, unless you can only see in one direction.. then all may be lost. Let this never be the case and no real worry shall ever exist in your heart. Fuel for the fire is within your passions, let your passions burn bright and may nothing ever stand in your path which taunts you more than you allow it. You are your path after all, you weave the twine which guides your direction and velocity, you can only ever flow freely at your own pace, for that is your will and yours alone. Tied to no-one, shackled to nowhere, a free spirit is one who thinks above and beyond the given ways of thinking... Let this reign true within and nothing can.. ..have power over the velocity of your journey. This being said, remember that all is honest when revealed to the self without pause. Everything is what is expected when lost to interruptions and tangents of misguided reason. So much is forgotten when time to self is left to the shadowed silence of the mind unable to requisition what to take back from a day's events. Too many details of self-reluctance moment to moment, following numerous playthroughs of attempts made to act or respond honestly, getting cut off, under-appreciated , ignored, stuttering over words in anticipation of interruptions, yearning to be heard in honest truth, yet never feeling able to speak freely as one has always dreamed of. The passion within could redesign mountains overnight if only allowed to flourish without slander and doubt being the response decided before I've even spoken my piece. I expect nothing, I only desire any witness to listen, not just hear but listen. Openly accept the possibility of what I have to share, that is all. Acceptance as a form of living. How is that so impossible to imagine? As may have been noticed, I'm anything but the usual and glad to be such. I've never been one to fit into any group or classification completely, I am simply me. My perspective(s) is/are my own. I live a life centered around my art which is boundless as it is abstractly my own. The creative source of my will is expressed by any means, be it; digital art, photography, cooking/baking, music, video, writing, conversations of profound depth, or experiences within life itself. To me life is art as a whole, creative expression defined through vibration/frequencies which are perceived via light, sound, & our senses. If there was one person I'd ever compare my mindset/perspective to, it'd be Nikola Tesla. The man had dreams beyond his time and yet envisioned a brighter future for all, designing/inventing everything he could to help the human race reach his dream of a future, in which peace could exist within without limitations being drawn in for profit reasons. (and here I will stop myself on this topic or else it would become an advertisement for the father of alternating current among so many other unheard of/discredited inventions..) With that I'll end this section with a poem of sorts. Into the abyss I travel with no ship nor sail. The flowing seas below me or above. The winds blowing around me nor they be profound to me still. I fight the battle with no purpose though the life is lived and the stage set. Now if only I may see what is hidden or under this veil. I wish no harm and find all dire. My thoughts require effort as though they tire. Mind stainless while the soul becomes cracked. Much to say yet language lost of all value. The path hidden now, the season alien, the wonder colorless. The sky painted, the trees animated, the care in this world limited. Years consume days, seconds that of hours, while moments fade before arising. Under I now sit, above I stand, and below I wonder. Inspired by the few, angered by the masses, tired by the whole. Tomorrow is never, while today only was, if only a moment could be forever. Perhaps then, instead of now could be remembered. The hue, not the shade, the shape nor the size, the value or name. That beyond which is, through sight or touch, smell or taste, sound or otherwise. Abyss before me, around me & within. Nothing becomes everything. In Lak'ech ~Myself |
| About my match | |
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| Your match's marital status | single |
| Your match's ethnicity | white, asian |
| Your match should be here for | Friendship, Romance, Serious Relationship, Marriage |
