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Респект Стиву. Задержал дыхание на 1час 7 минут 2 секунды, только для того, чтобы мы прослушали данный шедевр♥️
god, this alphabet is so badass
@@AlgonScott чем он крутой?)
бадасс еще переводится как задира@@chereshnya5871
@@chereshnya5871 Потому что я так сказал
Он подводный маяк сделал
POV: You're a drowned in a Minecraft
this is what I hear when I'm swimming in the pool... it's just so calm
@@samodete_let's go
Руское название ролика с хуяле вы тут
Сидишь читаешь все эти комментарии как люди с разных углов земли делятся своим жизненным опытом, тоже хочется что то написать, но почему то не получается.
Ты написал то, о чем я сейчас думаю.
Есть такое :)
братан, я чувствую тебя
I've never really had any issues with anxiety before now. I'm 19, I've lived a shitload of life. Family trauma with my sister when I was younger made me grow up quickly, and now I feel that I'm the one carrying my family name. Since graduating high school, I joined the army (I now serve in reserve) to pay for a very prestigious school. I'm not going to name anything/anyone here.
Returning home, I faced culture shock and depression like never before. I lost my girlfriend of 8 months, who I believed may be my soulmate. Right person, wrong time.
I had experimented with shrooms, weed, and other drugs I now consider medicines, but only a little at the time. In an attempt to rediscover myself, I took a weekend away at a cabin with a good friend and teacher. I did 3.5 g of powerful shrooms, and it shattered me. I learned so much, but so little of it was applicable to my life at the time (living with parents). I broke down, but there was no way to get help. With my sister, now somewhat mentally healthy, and some faith I was able to regain some footing.
I learned a lot in my first semester + summer courses at college. I learned my relationship with learning: I strive to be a permanent student. I learned to ride waves of energy. I learned to have faith in myself. I did a lot of mushrooms to reach these conclusions, and I don't regret the speed in which I've done this. Things are never perfect, but between the Army and my own life, I've raised myself quite well. I really enjoy living by myself. It has downs and ups. It has boredom, silence, temptation, and rest. It has working, cooking, singing and dancing, organically.
I now live with my parents for a couple months. My sister is wonderful, and we've built quite the relationship. It's an amazing thing. My parents are, and I hate to say this, the root cause of my mental health problems. What they sow into my mind, in this fantastic state of mind and body I now live in, eats me up inside. It plants doubt, anxiety, anger. I feel that I am not valid in my ways of life or rest. My coping mechanisms such as dancing, meditiation, yoga, sleeping or taking a walk are deemed signs of weakness or weirdness, and are always accompanied with dissapointment. I now feel anxiety whenever I'm at home, which I hate. Do I just have to move out?? I'm unsure of what to do. For now, I'll trust my seeds and plant them.
If you somehow read all of this, thank you :)
I sincerely hope things go well for you. You’ve faced a lot and are so very strong, and all I can tell you is to just keep moving forward, because you’re more than capable. Be that moving away, starting a new life, finding a new family, or moving towards a healthier home environment where you talk to your family about what’s going on and work towards the best, you are strong and you are capable and you deserve the best. You can do this, and you aren’t alone! Lots of love 🩷
Bro...
Hey bud I read everything and I am 26 and have had similar experiences. When I was 16 I did acid and it completely changed the way that I experience everything. I have been through multiple traumatic life or death situations including being held up at gunpoint. I have gone through such anxiety to the point where I could not leave the house and even be inside of a grocery store. I have been cheated on and played by girls just so they could have expensive dinners for free.
I am doing well now after years of trial and error with many different things. After talking with a therapist on and off for a couple months I realized that what was so frustrating for me is that I truly believed I was reacting in the right way and doing my best in dealing with anxiety and depression. The truth is that things are always changing and you must learn how to adapt. You can't use the same tools over and over for your emotions. Just like a drug, it stops working after a while.
Anxiety for me is my brain trying to accommodate for the unknown in the future. And depression is feeling hopeless and exhausted in every way. I have found that exposure therapy has worked best for me in regards to anxiety. Constantly putting myself in situations that used to make me anxious until I no longer feel extreme anxiety. It is easier to do this when you do this in a way that is almost spectating your own actions. It is hard to explain. But you can experiment and take it day by day. You must adapt over and over. There is never going to be a quick fix that will instantly cure your feelings unless you turn to drugs.
My parents have also drove me crazy over recent years. I finally finished college and stuck to living with my parents. I have been able to work through community college and work my way up in my career while also saving up for a down payment on a house. My next goal is to buy a house, and get married and have kids. If you can take anything with you from this, please understand that you can be at your lowest point at one point in your life but you have the potential within yourself to reach the highest point if you truly want to reach it. Don't worry about what other people will say or think about you. Be yourself and listen to your body in every way. All of these feelings are real and should be interpreted in a healthy way.
@@TylerDaSilva522 thank you both for sharing
@@saato3657 for sure. I just don't want all of my negative parts of my life to just be a lesson for me to learn from. If I can help others with the same stories of what I went through, it helps me to stop seeing my past in a negative light.
I always see people sharing their stories in comment sections like this, so I guess it's my turn.
I don't really know what I've been doing my entire life. I feel like I've just been along for the ride, waiting to see where I wind up. I coasted through school making respectable grades, pretty much all As and Bs. I even dropped in and out of some advanced classes a few times, but I'd never put as much effort as the other kids. Had I truly known how much a scholarship would have mattered for me, I probably would have. But every time I'd get home, I'd put off homework for childish fantasies. It was an escape from home-life.
I don't want to make it sound like I was abused, I wasn't. But I was a spectator, just watching from the sidelines as life unfolded in front of me. My mother, as much as I appreciate her, has had awful taste in men for her entire life. My parents were never even married. As a foolish ~7-year-old, I didn't understand why my parents weren't together. I lived with my mother but got to see my dad on the weekends. My dad didn't have a place of his own, he lived with his father and mother. When I would visit him, I'd get to see them as well, so I thought nothing of it. But my grandmother was a severe alcoholic, and in her later years she was unable to care for herself. She'd berate and verbally abuse my kindly granddad, who didn't have a confrontational bone in his body. I suspect my dad abused substances, but I never saw anything, minus the drunk driving while I was in the car. He'd often get into screaming matches with my grandmother as my grandfather joined me on the sidelines. As I got older, I stopped visiting there less and less. I didn't attend my grandmother's funeral; I likely won't attend my grandfather's.
Life at my mother's house was much of the same. When I was in primary school, she was seeing a man who, as I look back on it, undoubtedly never saw her as anything more than a side-fling. But he had a supped-up mud bogging truck, and I didn't understand relationship dynamics at the time, so I thought he was cool. I walked in on them one time after a nightmare, and I can still see the image of him standing naked in front of my mother. When he got my mother pregnant, he asked her to get an abortion, as I later heard from her. My brother's first birthday party was the one and only one he attended. Some of my best memories from this chapter were going over to my grandmother's house (mother's side) and getting to spend time with my cousin who was my age. They were raising him; his mother was an absent parent that lived in the attic and his father was nowhere to be seen. We got along well. Later in life he started getting into trouble more and more, and we grew apart as I was always too scared to cause any trouble. However, I heard he got his GED and has stable work now.
When I was in middle school, my mother met another man, Jason. He was a recovering meth addict, according to my mother all these years later. We moved with him into a trailer that was falling apart and had no air-conditioning in his parent's backyard. He had a little girl that was my brother's age which gave my him someone to play with. Eventually, whether he'd just been hiding it, or he relapsed, it became apparent he was using again. At the time my mother had some kind of dieting pills that he could get high off of, but she hid them and that sent him into a rage. He took a baseball bat to the entire house and threatened to kill her with a knife in front of my brother. I hid in my closet, sobbing on the phone with the police as my mother screamed at me to call them. I believe I was around twelve or thirteen at the time.
Eventually we got a house of our own, and my mother almost considered giving Jason a second chance, but eventually got a restraining order once he threw a cell phone through the window. Things calmed down after that, I graduated high school and tried joining the USAF. They kicked me out once I cracked and admitted to having suicidal thoughts. I've tried getting a few different odd jobs, with my longest stint being a delivery driver at Pizza Hut. I've never had any real ambition or dream. I would spend those nights in that raggedy trailer sitting up on the couch cushions that served as my bed playing Skyrim to death on my 360 until I red-ringed it. I'm twenty-three now and I still just spend my days getting lost in escapism. The only real productive hobby I've ever enjoyed was writing short stories in school, but as I try that now, I hate everything I write. It all just reeks of some inexperienced loser.
If you actually read all that and were expecting some kind of moral or advice at the end, then I'm sorry to disappoint you. There's isn't one. If I had to tack something on though, stop bumping nasties and having children before you're ready. I know I won't be, in fact, I've been single my entire life. The world is full of fucked up children having more fucked up children of their own, it doesn't need any more.
Hi there friend, I read your story and all I can really say is you have experienced a lot of traumatic events from such a young age so I do really feel for the situations you have had to unfortunately experience at such a young age, things like that are not forgotten easily. But you have to remember, your past does not dictate your future, the past can suck but the reason we hold on is because deep down there is a faint belief that we can create something for ourselves that imprints our memory onto the world, and that doesn't have to be a child, this can be done in many forms and that can make the world a better place even if its just for a second, and that can give us the self fulfilment we are looking for. As an outsider looking in for where you are at right now I just want you to know that I'm rooting for you and from the way you talk about yourself I really feel you are being too hard on yourself, life isn't just one big race, we end up at different places, on different journeys at different times so try not to compare yourself to some of those out there who seem to have it all together (they probably don't deep down). Its okay to see yourself as an 'inexperienced loser' just as long as you believe you can rise up from that and become something more than that because I think everyone's been in that same boat before. Anyway I feel I've gone on long enough. If you don't care for what I've just said all I want you to get from this is, you have time, people want what's best for you, (hell I'm just a stranger on the internet and I want you to feel better!) and most of all try to take good care of yourself. - Krono :)
That's awful :/
You weren't abused but you're definitely carrying a lot of trauma
If you can, get therapy ❤️
My heart goes out to you, and the inner child you had lost. I'm so sorry you've gone through so much at such a young age 💜
I can't tell you it gets better but there will be times that you find worth it to stick around, even if it is for future Skyrim experiences or another interaction ^-^
As for your writing, don't be so hard on yourself (we tend to be the worst/harshest critics when it comes to ourselves). You don't have to love every end product.
Try using it as a place to vent, help find yourself. You might hate it now, but looking back at it in a couple months from now or even a year - it's like rediscovering a journal entry written in grade school.
Please try to take care of yourself (you can start off by getting yourself a drink of water :)), we believe in you
Im sorry....
всего лишь набор пикселей и квадратов, говорили они....
The ocean music has always moved me. Id make underwater bases just to get the chance to hear it
so is the ocean music something that only plays beyond a certain ocean depth? Or whenever you're in an Ocean biome?
@@teo11300ocean biome I believe
this is making me feel emotions that have yet to be named
Pretty much solidarity
Меня так расслабило с первых секунд этого плейлиста... Божечки... Я будто попал в обитель самой жизни...
как же я тебя понимаю.....
Согласен, Aria Math вообще наверно наряду с Beginning 2 - лучшая композиция из Volume Beta =)
Обитель чилла и чуитса
aggred mr russian man
That's how I often feel when listening to the Minecraft OST, its so beautiful it almost sounds otherworldly.
what if... this is it? what if this is all there is to life. i don't want to die. not like this... knowing i never did anything significant in my life, anything i could be remebered by. i don't want to die, but i know i could die any second that's ticking by... slowly ticking away... slowly flowing by... i feel like im drowning, i know i'm not... well, not literally, but i'm drowning, in my thoughts i'm drowning, and i'm slowly losing my breath.
Woah... That's Deep.. 💙💫
I feel so overwhelmed in life at the moment. Everything seems to be slipping away from me, and time just keeps speeding up. I feel lost in a dreamlike state, and half the time I don't feel like me, but like someone who's watching from behind a glass screen. I try to join in with everyone, go out more, see people when I can, but I always feel so drained afterwards, even if it was the smallest thing Everything is just too much at the moment. I miss the good old days when the only things we all had to worry about were the mobs that lurked outside our Minecraft bases at night, and our lost loot after we died in an endless cave system.
same, bro...
this is your sign. you deserve better than this and i love you.
Oh, how I understand. There were so many problems and before I could just enjoy digging a stone in the mine
this is called depersonalization. Consulting with a therapist can help you. Its related to past trauma
@@DanKavcic Thanks, but it's better now :)
Всегда в сложных ситуациях включаю мелодии из манкрафта, они так успокаивают и напоминают о детстве
Я думаю, Майнкрафт это какая-то невероятная игра, всем стоит поиграть, она определенно моя любимая.
жиза бро
I'm 16 and in couple of days I'm moving to Austria to learn in high school for a year. I took part in the program just because my teacher asked me to do it and, ironically, I've got the grant. For three months I was ok with the idea to live alone in the new city 1300 from everything and everyone I knew. But now I'm scared. I don't know what to expect and even tho its an amazing opportunity, I'm still afraid that I'm not prepared enough. All the international students who listen to this playlist to find peace - I'm with you.
how are you holding up? ;D
hope you're okay!!!
Thanks for asking! Life here is actually much better than I expected, but I still miss my family.
Thanks for asking! Here I have everything to become better not only as a student, but also as an athlete in my sport, so I'm quite happy about it. Sometimes I feel really lonely, but i know it's worth the shot.
@@masahirocs8688 For the first time in my life, I'm happy for some random person on the Internet! Good luck, dude! Everything will be fine!
Minecraft music always makes me want to cry dude.. too much nostalgia
i remember my first minecraft world, a creative island and i spawned so many animals on and built a small house on too, made of the old brick walls, with gaps, and there were so many mobs that i spawned, that I had to move to another island to spawn more, i did.
i miss when it was just as simple as mobs on an island.
Сейчас слушая эту музыку я попадаю на 10 лет назад буд то бы. Понимая что тогда ты ещё был ребёнком и играл с друзьями в маинкрафт и не очень любил эту музыку. А сейчас как настольгией тебя окунают в это море старых друзей, развлечений и майна. Люблю музыку с майна именно этой штукой, что тебе начинает нравится эти звуки, спокойные и в тоже время без грусти.
Плейлист ряльно крутой, особенно вспоминая те времена. Круто так седеть и просто слушать спокойную музыку как будто бы тонешь в море без попытки подняться и понимаешь что уже не кто не поможет и у тебя промелькают флешбеки..
Im here because i miss the past, like most people. I miss a girl in particular and ive been trying hard to reach her but it seems impossible. I hope shes okay.
I know exactly what you feel...
Sorry to hear that bro. Any luck yet?
It's strange. Really, it's strange. Sometimes you're just minding your own business, scrolling through whatever algorithm shows you for the day. Maybe it's cooking, or car repair, or gaming. Even manga or anime. Maybe movies, or history, or even more heavier topics. It's strange that in the midst of that, sometimes videos like this appear and break such a cycle. Something about their titles and thumbnails always makes me curious, so I take a break and see what it has to offer. Strangely enough, it almost always leads to people in the comments narrating and opening up on a platform where thousands, if not millions, can watch a video. So many people grazing through just like you or me, reading these stories of faceless people. It's strange that we may never know who they are or see them, and even if we did, we would not be able to recognize them. But in their stories of life, we feel like we're there with them. Reading along just as life led them, that aspect of unknown with each word processed through our heads, the shocks, the twists, the turns, the happy moments along the way.
It's strange.
But, I too am just a faceless person. One of many. One of billions. Yet, here I am, writing this out. Writing this out for perhaps another person to see. I also suppose that like many others, I ought to write something of my own. A little insight of another life, another story. A story for one to read, and, perhaps, relate to in a way. Now more than ever people are so connected online that we've all become in one way or anther disconnected in reality from face to face. For some it's easier this way, for others it's harder. For me, I'm split.
I'm an almost 20 year old man stuck at home. I'll be turning 20 in September, living off of disability checks until I can find a job that makes me, well, happy. Through my whole life I could not tell you when I felt truly happy. It was just small doses of endorphins or memorable moments with others. And my younger self didn't realize what all I had around me until just recently. It's said that the older you get, the more memories of older times you collect in your head. You realize the world, your realize the limits and restrictions of your human body, the restrictions of your living qualities and your placement in this small world. With the more memories you collect, the more you feel older and lose that "young mindset." I know, it's strange for a twenty year old to say that he's old. I have my whole life ahead of me still. But I'll explain.
For as long as I remember I was always off to the side. People always seemed to mesh and get together but I never found my way to connect, or to even be liked that much. And, for as long as I can remember, I've been a damaged person. When I was born my parents found that I took to learning things far more greater than the average child. I was already walking at 6 months, talking too. By the time I was around 17 months I was speaking both in English and Spanish. At the rate I was going I'd have been someone of many skills and abilities. But, as many people know, life has it's way of turning things upside down. At 18 months I had a vaccination injury, went into anaphylaxis shock. Stroked out on the left side of my brain and body. Wiped my slate clean, robbed me of my muscles, took away everything. For over a year and a half I did not speak or do anything, went through seizures and diapers on a daily basis, made my once wealthy parents broke. I in turn destroyed their relationship, and would end up causing the biggest rift in their marriage ever. Even if they say that I had no control over it, I still feel guilty.
I suppose that it isn't strange how life continued to beat me down for payback in living through it. In school I found that the classmates treated me like a foreign object, they never hung with me truly, found me to be strange and weird. I was the laughing stock of the joke, the one to be easily pranked. I was set up by the teens as the perpetrator of clogging the boy's bathroom toilet, got mislabeled and put into the principals office. My first grade teacher intentionally sabotaged my grades because I was just a burden for her, the punishment one time was that I was set out in 90 degree heat with a jacket on for who knows how long while the kids played on the playground. After that I was homeschooled. Went to a local church, and was treated almost the same there too. Even though I was doing my best I found myself in situations where I had no control. I was always disliked, hated even.
That's all I have for my lengthy comments, had to reply for the second part, haha.
I as a faceless person really want to help you, but it sucks that I can't :/
Also try to ignore all your thoughts about you feeling guilty, it happened to you not because of you.
I have a friend who is in a similar situation as you, so you're not alone
btw neat pfp
ty for sharing
"I ain't reading allat"
Мне 20 слушаю это и льются слёзы. Что-то тихое.. спокойное.. Меня будто проносит так далеко, туда, где я могу ощутить тоску, хотя я стараюсь не вспоминать об этом. Автору спасибо ^^
I can't say that life is bad. It's very good for me, actually. Life has found me into a new, neat school with better academics and new opportunities to advance into creative careers that I've aspired to follow. I'm working out, I have good close friends and I have family, and I'm eating healthy too. I've definitely got the golden spoon from 2023 so far.
I'm young, but not young enough to not understand that my life is going to change in a couple of years. I'm going to be an adult soon, and that alone is kind of scary. I don't know enough about the world or enough about my past to be ready for it, and by the way that time is flying, with January happening a week ago and August hitting me like a sleepless Monday, I don't know what to do. I should worry about other things, but I have nothing else to do as I wait for school to start.
When I mention that I don't know my past, I talk of a delicate and misfortunate encounter I had when I was young. I think of it sometimes, and only recently these past two years have I really been reflecting on how much it changed my life. I will warn, if anyone is reading this, it is explicit content that could cause disruptions to anyone who has experienced SA. I will be talking about it further, so read at your risk.
I was five when I was r^ped. Saying that I was raped is difficult, even through text. I still don't accept that it happened to me, and it's been over ten years. It happened a few times, actually, but I compact it into one event since my memory is foggy and I only remember it occurring on three occasions in the same month. My r^pist was another child, a girl that was most likely sexually abused herself, as she described it as a game and nothing serious. I had my doubts, but I was coaxed into doing what she wanted, and being a child I barely understood what consent was. Luckily, my parents were not super close with her parents, so we didn't meet often, maybe only a few times a year before I never saw her again.
Later in my life, when I was maybe eleven or twelve, I heard my peers speaking of their thoughts on someone they were interested in. Their descriptions were vulgar, some of their phrases being coded in a way that I didn't understand. I just learned the true meaning of "if the carpet matches the drapes" a few months ago. You could understand my confusion when I heard a friend say that she was interested in... enclosed regions.
I never developed an interest in breasts or thighs or butts or other regions. I'm more interested in wrists, hands, collar bones, faces, and hair, all things that, as an artist, I saw grace and beauty in. Why focus on such bland regions of the body when you can admire the way that an iris is hued, or how the fingers of a hand can be so slender or so thick?
That was my view. I appreciate the human body as a whole now, but still, I have no sexual interests.
Somewhere along my twelfth year of life, I discovered myself as asexual. For those who don't know, it's a spectrum that describes someone with a low s^x drive, but not someone that denies the pleasure entirely. That is a possibility, but even for someone who is only now recognizing that I'm most likely asexual because of my abuser all those years ago. I understand the interest.
In some ways I feel cheated. I feel like if I was never r^ped then I wouldn't be questioning if my identity as an asexual was true or if I'm hoaxing myself. I wouldn't have these nights where I'm confused over what really happened, because it's so hard to face the truth.
I was a child, but I consented, but I didn't understand at the time, but I should have kept saying no.
These thoughts are what make me have headaches at night. Sometimes I can't handle it, so I curl my arms around myself and cry. I just want to understand.
Every time I think of it, I get closer to the truth that I was r^ped. It's hard to type the word out, and when I try to say it to myself in my room in the middle of the night, I can't. My throat closes around itself. Sometimes I wonder if I ever will admit it. I mean, someday I might have to even if I want to leave it all in the past. I might get a partner, and I might get married, and they might want to become intimate, and then that will lead to a spiral of emotions and possibly couple's therapy. I'm afraid I won't ever be strong enough to admit it, and I'm afraid if I do, then everyone that has ever known me will look at me in the same way that everyone looks at victims. With pity, some with disgust.
Those eyes, peering down on me. I'm no longer who I once was to them, that's all in the past. Now they see the little kid who fell for a trick and is dealing with the aftermath. Poor little kid, right?
They don't understand it.
I don't ever want to be that kid again. I'm disgusted at it, and frankly I do want to leave it all in the past. But my brain remembers the details of it all, and memory to stuff like that, once it's dug back up from its grave, it's not easy to put under again. The dead are hard to kill.
If you have read this far, then I applaud you. I don't want sympathy or kind words. This was just a rant to myself, the exception being that you have access to it for as long as this video is up. If you would like some advice, then keep pushing ahead. Shit gets real, and it hits like a truck, but in the peace and quiet of these somber moments, or with the support of friends or family or even yourself, then you can pull yourself out of the quicksand. We are the only ones limiting ourselves, so live while you still have your hands to do so. And enjoy the music, its lovely.
I am glad things have gotten better for you :D
Всё таки мне вспоминается только Rain World как самая грустная игра. Медленно умирающая планета. Слизневой кот держащий копьё в лапке, стоящий на мусорном обрыве и смотрящий на бесконечные пейзажи свалки, на эти трубы, эти цитадели и другие строения, некогда принадлежащие высшей расе, однако ныне покоящиеся в тишине и мраке.
Бесконечный цикл страданий и борьбы за жизнь.. Лишь трансцендентность поможет освободится от этого преследования своего же хвоста.
Однако чёрт его знает, что ожидает на той стороне, может это и не рай вовсе.
А я вспоминаю те затерянные в пыли уже годами старые каналы по майну типа Фесса, Дрима, Силанта, к которым я возвращаюсь все еще каждые пару лет…
The first song is axolotl by C418 if u need
this game made me fell accompanied even alone...
I think many people got to know Minecraft in childhood so as I, it was back then when I came back from school sat down at the computer and started browsing youtube, and one video I found was like some teens playing Minecraft that's when I loved minecraft, excited with this game I watched whole video although it wasn't even on my native language and when I accidentally closed browser I started to find video again because I didn't remember game name and I wanted to play it, I tried to remembering and typing video title and look for familiar video thumbnail. Eventually I found it and downloaded from I guess official site, it was free back then if I remember correctly. So I started to play minecraft but mainly I watched videos of youtubers, adventures or even stories like serials, after some time I found out that server with many players exist then I tried to connect to another servers and when I finally succeed to connect to server it was amazing feeling like "OMG IT WORKED" I am still remember like there was a cool spawn not too big, there was even a dispenser with free food and I was very happy about it especially when I met other players, I didn't had any friends than (neither do I have many now) so I played alone a long time and there was many funny and cool moments, I remember one when I builded home in a snow biome, gathered resources and thought that Lapis Lazuli was a diamonds so I wanted to people come and check it out how many "diamonds" I had then I typed in chat something like "Hey, tp to me I have many diamonds in chests!" a couple of guys teleported to me and what stunned me that they just opened chests but didn't take any of resources and one guy walked out of my house and typed something like "Bruh bro it's not crystals it's Lapis Lazuli". I A little bit later I found classmate and introduced game to him and then invited to play with me, since then we played a lot on servers mainly on pvp and some other like hypixed etc. Time later he stopped playing and I was again all alone. I could write a lot of about my adventures or situations in minecraft that I had but this music comes to an end so as my thoughts, thanks for reading my story it helped a little bit to feel minecraft nostalgia again
Ого, я познакомилась майнкрафтом на пике его популярности, но я играла в него одна и поэтому эта игра ассоциируется у меня с бескрайнем одиночеством, я люблю эту игру. У меня совсем не было друзей чтобы играть с ними, а о серверах я не знала. И сейчас картина не изменилась, я повзрослела но все также остаюсь ребенком, который хочет найти друга, хоть одного
@@nikitapavlov3287 мы можем сыграть вместе)
i wanna be happy right now
Я в жизни всегда была жизнерадостным человеком, но в последнее время что-то перехотелось просто радоваться чему-то, так странно чувствовать эту пустоту.. как-будто улыбка и сердце всё ещё играют свою роль, но в итоге почти перестают справляться, я устала? Неужели эта жизнь перестала играть сейчас для меня большими красками..я вроде бы должна быть счастлива своей жизни, но почему-то как-то грустно и пусто на душе...я очень устала..мои мысли спутанны в одну кучу.
Я тоже в принципе жизнерадостный человек но Такое бывает иногда покрайней мере у меня тоже.. Я обычно просто говорю о том что приходит на ум можно делать и в слух проговаривать или просто внутриним голосом. Я обычно после такого чувствую чувство облегченности и затем радости.. На счёт спутанных мыслей в кучу тут тоже может помочь это типа разбирать по темам моменты в жизни которые были.. неприятны? Или по вашей ситуации и просто как будто рассказываешь кому нибудь. Так же не стоит забывать об отдыхе! И я знаю что так говорят многие но это правда работе ТК ща частую уставшему человеку может казаться что в нем полно сил.. На счёт жизнь перестала играть большими красками у меня был момент когда вобще нечего не хотелось, вобще нечего, еда обычная, все обычное прям невыдоюшеися нечего не хочется. Но мне помогло тогда поход в кино или театр только вот в кино которые в торговых центрах. Думаю тут нужно просто сделать какое событие которые вы делаете не часто или тд. Так же можно попробовать сходить в зал (который спорт) там можно будет позаниматься с тренером и после физический нагрузок такого рода вырабатывается гормон счастья и опять же вы что-то начинаете делать и разбовлять свою жизнь
Но это моменты которые помогли мне и которые я делаю до сих пор так что не стоит брать это как что-то точное
Это мой личных опыт, надеюсь он вам как-то поможет
@@fluffydog4795 Спасибо большое за вашу историю и совет, я постараюсь справится с этим!
@@viki_v13 всегда пожалуйста! Верю что у вас все получится!
being aroace and having feelings for a friend who is also aroace is such a defeating experience.
i'm 21 and i never ever had feelings for anybody. i never had crushes, i never experienced the desire to date anyone specific, no attraction, nothing. up until them at least. for the past few months i've been foolishly falling deeper and deeper in love with my friend and i wish it could all just end now. i don't like having feelings for them. i love being around her, i love listening to her talk, i love the way he smiles and the way he laughs, i love their humor and their sense of style. i just wish i could love all of them without it having to be romantic. i just want them to be happy, first and foremost, i just wish i knew how to do that better. it's just so... hard not to think about how much i would love to hold her hand or how soft his hair is any time i look at them. but all of those feelings are so pointless because i know nothing could ever come of them. even in the scenario where she does like me back, it would still be useless as he's pretty sure they're lithromantic. so i'm just here. thinking about every little thing they've done for me that has made my head spin for days on end, wishing that things could be different. or more specifically - wishing i never had these feelings at all. this can all end only in one way and its with me getting hurt. because once they leave, once our friendship ends, it will feel like such an important part of my life will be ripped out of me once again, just this time it will hurt even more. but i guess i did this to myself. i guess i did this to myself by doing something i didn't even believe i was capable of doing. it sucks. how do allos do this ?
I don't speak English, so I'm going to use the Translator to write this (I'm from Brazil :) ) I think you should try new things, from what I understand, you've never had a very close relationship with a person, because you don't give yourself the chance to experiencing love for the first time, if I said something wrong and silly, I apologize, blame the translator .
hahahah good luck unknown on the internet XD
i don’t know what to do, i was so sold on my sport i fell in love with and that was my only light. now i have no hope for my life. nothing ever seems interesting to me no matter what. yeah i’ve found a girl who is my other half but i just want to do something in life and i can’t get discipline or motivation to help myself
Сейчас сложный момент в жизни, я слушаю этот плейлист перед сном, он вызывает странные чувства, одновременно и грусть и радость, ностальгию детства. Автор спасибо!🖤
У меня тоже, как и у многих людей последние пару лет.
Особенно я понимаю ностальгию детства, поверь)
Надеюсь все у тебя будет хорошо, незнакомец :D
Ты справишься!
@@user-hq8je5bw9p Спасибо! Взаимно🖤
Даа, жизнь и меня неслабо подкосила. Я хотел быть счастливым, а не сильным.
Этот плейлист вызвал у меня спокойствие. Впервые за несколько лет я был так спокоен. Настолько, что аж заплакал.
Такая свобода... Я словно взлетел в небеса, паря над безграничным горизонтом гор, лугов, морей и океанов. Словно встречал рассветы и закаты в самых красивых и невероятных местах, которые только смогло придумать моё воображение.
Возможно, я что-то понял для себя, потому что мне стало легче.
Хочу пожелать вам удачи, незнакомцы)
@@qwapple спасибо, прорвемся как-нибудь.
Опирайся на себя тогдашнего, когда тебе нравилось что вокруг. На свои собственные представления.
Надо оставаться верным самому себе, ТОМУ себе. 10 лет назад.
@@user-hq8je5bw9p Людям свойственно меняться, с этим ничего не поделать. Мы уже никогда не сможем видеть и ощущать мир как тот маленький ребёнок, который не знал ничего кроме счастья.
I dont know man it feels like I'm fucked you know? It feels like that I want to take a step forward but I am taking 1 back never moving just stuck like I know I am young and I have so much time to build my future but I feel that if I dont do it now I will never do it.
I feel like if I dont talk to my mom now about our toxic realtionship then I will never do it and when I leave this god forsaken apartment for good I am never going to speak with my mom ever again. I want to go to college because if my plan A in life doesnt work out I have a plan B but theres only 11 slots per year and it just puts pressure I am already a shitty student and I would never get in.
If I did tell my actual age everyone would say Im way to young to care about all that stuff but I just cant help but do at the end of the day I feel that I just dont do anything and I am wasting my life but I shouldnt care and why do I care for that when Im supposed to go out with my friends get injured, laugh my ass off and I am sitting here with a depressed look on my face every single morning that "yesterday was such a waste god dammit" and I dont do something about it.
I was kinda not ever wanted my grandpa said that having me was a terrible idea and here I am without spooken with my dad for what seems like years and hes right there by the corner of a call and I dont know if to make that call of not and my mom seems to hate me more and more and I dont know what to do.
I tried telling a PART of this to a freind and he just didnt care just told me "Yeah ok just dont mad anymore ok?" like I am told to express my feelings and talk but the only people I feel comftarble talking about this dont care. I try to make my bed I try to fucking do something every day and I just dont do anything I am fucking miserable.
I just want somebody to care.
Hey man, your feelings are valid no matter your age
я себя на таком дне ощущаю
Пиздец жиза братик
I will definitely listen when I decompose and drown in the bathroom
Im sorry, bro...
I’d remember going up to my room and putting my headphones in, the hard bed as I’d open my computer and pull up the Minecraft launcher. The muffled yelling of my parents from the room below, but a soft, gentle sound of the game would fill my thoughts.. RIP Prime Minecraft, for all of the childhoods fulfilled
Whenever I'm sad, depressed, or tired I listen to this. Suddenly, every single thought vanishes in the obscure vastness of the universe. Everything feels so trivial, so insignificant... And it helps me feel better momentarily. Because what's the point in being sad when universe is so big that you can't even think about it? You can literally feel your own inability to comprehend such an enormous thing as infinity. And all of this comes to my mind whenever I listen to this music. I guess that's what one could call "genius".
Всякий раз, когда я чувствую грусть, депрессию или усталость, я слушаю это. Внезапно каждая мысль исчезает в неясной необъятности вселенной. Все кажется таким простым, таким незначительным... И это на мгновение помогает мне почувствовать себя лучше. Потому что какой смысл грустить, когда вселенная настолько велика, что ты даже не можешь это представить? Ты можешь буквально ощутить собственную неспособность осознать такую огромную вещь, как бесконечность. И все это приходит мне на ум всякий раз, что я слушаю эту музыку. Думаю, это то, что называют «гениальным».
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First, you translate your thoughts into English in your head and type a comment, then you translate the text back into your native language and type the translation. I'm an idiot, lol. But does it matter compared to the scale of the universe?
There's a girl I fell in love with 5 years ago. She met me at the strangest time of my life, I was ghosted by some girl I was met online and felt really lonely at the time. But she came and gave light to the little darkness that I felt. Me and her had a lot of things in common, we skipped school so many times I'm surprised we graduated our senior high. We'd go out and talk from the moment I woke up she'd call me whenever we cant be together and we were together for almost everyday the whole day around that time. It's funny how I remember things like it was yesterday, things like us walking down the beach, trying different ice cream flavors in this one convenient store we always go to. And then a little while we became intimate we started having s*x for almost everyday at the end of the year and it went on for quite a while until she found someone she liked we were still friends at this point. She changed and started talking about the guy she like and we stopped doing the things we usually do, we became distant from each other slowly until pandemic started. She never called me once, I'd message her and she'd reply but she was just responding to my questions pretty much. I really liked her up to this point, I've never had interest in any other woman ever since I met her. I'm still in love with her, It's weird that I'm sharing this very personal story of mine but It feels lonely knowing this to myself. If I'd get another chance to relive that moment with her I'd give anything that I have now to experience those times with her again.
If you graduated high school five years ago, you are still very young; You have so much of your life ahead of you. It might hurt for a while and that's okay, just take your time to appreciate what existed and try to move on. If nothing ended, nothing could begin. It gets better
Instead of being sad that you lost her, be happy that you had your time with her. Those years are forever concrete in our timeline. You will find someone else who makes you feel this way.
Maybe try to call her??
I'm much older than you, but I've never had a relationship with a girl. Sounds like a great time, so be glad you had it.
I have no idea how ill handle my brother leaving to the marines tommorow morning.
He was kinda, always there for me.
Now he's leaving.
Man, minecraft music just makes me want to spill my heart out and just let all my emotions go.
Я _на самом деле_ сочувствую людям из комментариев.
Берегите себя ❤
(здесь могла быть тирада, но у меня две совершенно противоположные мысли на этот счёт)
И, говоря о самом видео, это лучшее, что я слышала за ближайшие несколько лет
I remember playing Minecraft after a while of not playing it, like a couple years, and when I saw that blocky game for the first time in forever I didn't know what to think, I took controller and started playing with my brother and it was pure bliss, I had one of the best time ever, and I don't know if it was fun because I felt like some youtuber, or because of the age I was at, young and ambitious, always outgoing and happy, after that, when we went home I thing I think we had a ps3, and we had Minecraft on it (idk why we never played it), and from that day ford I was in-love with the game, the way you move and the way you had to master the stuff in the game, even today there is so much stuff to do that I cant even think and know what to do first, there is literally endless possibilities and even most youtubers would say that, no matter what you can always make it automated, or even just sit back and relax watching the stars far above you, or get a water breathing potion and sitting under the big ocean floor, Minecraft is just a overall GOAT of a game and if you are young, find a way to play it because it will make your childhood complete
if you red to the end thank you :)
Это шедевр
Посмотрел, встал из-за стола, подошёл к окну, закурил... Много думал... Плакал...
а потом проснулся понял что обписал кроватку , ведь сегодня в школе промежуточная аттестация за 6 класс
@@viborg1ты что клоун?
@@cattmaingod... Я не похож на твоего папу
@@viborg1 ну так ты все равно клоун, причем тут мой папа? Он то не такой клоун как ты
Как-же это прекрасно.. Я испытываю спокойствие при этом плейлисте музыки из этой прекрасной игры... Словно релакс..
Hello you have inspired me and now I’m turning my channel into Minecraft and relaxing music
when r u dropping
cap
the first five minutes are gorgeous
im father die when i im 11 years old, now has been 11 years of that and still felling trap in my mind, the anxiety and depression is taking my life and im tired
I'm Feeling like i'm useless in this world and keep wondering why my mom born me out? My dad Left me when i was 4 or 3. You can call me fatherless. I wish my life better my family is Rich and i want my dad back. but i don't want him back because he never think about me, my brother and my mom. He just go fuck other woman. I'm tired. Very tiring right now. Everyone in my family put so much hope in me. I'm too tired.
If you're tired, find a place to rest. The sun will rise again tomorrow. You're not useless. If you feel like you are, find something to do. It doesn't matter what. Just do what makes you feel good. Life is never perfect, but you can make it better. I believe in you.
yeah sometime its does feel like that, but some time people are worth living for. For now just do things while you're young, travel, meet somme random people, help other, take the time to do thing outside in the beauty of nature. I'm sure a part of each of us know deep down that life cannot only be some it, it has to be more, it has to have value...some find it in God, spirituality, family or someone to cares about. Your job is to find that value not by directly thinking about its but by simply by be someone among other, talking to other is great too, if you need to i'm here, i'm nobody, but i love u man , take care (pls pardon my bad english ;) )
Don't live your life for other people, try to find something you like, you don't even have to be good at it
Bro you're rich
Самое лучшее что я слышала в своей жизни ...
Это чудесно! И вправду позволяет утонуть в прекрасных мыслях. Мечтаний. Видео сделано великолепно!
The first drop sound made my eyes dilate like a cats
Lovely, another long video with relaxing but sad music I can write another entry to
It’s not like I had a bad childhood or anything, in fact I’ll say it’s pretty nice. Perhaps just those falls I had while I was still just a soft boned child influenced a little. Who knows. Maybe those little moments with my sister stuck with me longer then I wished. The knife in her hand inches away from me and my mother, who has to forcefully rip it out of her hands. The way I had to stand there, powerless 10 year old me. The way life could’ve been changed all that quickly. Or when she had sharp twigs to her throat after a argument, and I was the only one in her room, tending to her and trying to put dangerous things out of her reach. Maybe it was when my father threatened to kick her out, and seeing her go outside the apartment shouting and crying. It could be the way that I watched videos in the living room quietly, listening to her sobbing and praying that she won’t come out her room to do anything life threatening. There are so many things that stuck with me. The shouting of neighbors that I wished my ears didn’t pick up, the shattering of items under someone’s foot. The arguments in the car I just wished I can block out. Was it the way that my mother will playfully slap my sister or tickle her, while she kept telling her to stop? Was it the way that I listen to my mom always telling my dad to stop going out and gamble, while my dad keeps saying it’s business? …But those weren’t as serious as all the other things everyone else endured.
I’ve always told myself that being sad is useless, and that I shouldn’t feel that way at all. I was lucky, I told myself, I shouldn’t be complaining about everything, over and over again.
So why am I still writing about this? Who knows. I feel as if I still had wished that someone would be reading this and realizing that, the sometimes loud but awkward girl that always sits in the back of the room had more to her then just drawing and daydreaming her way out of life.
The way my mind works is funny. I want to list everything in my head, but there just isn’t a way to make them flow correctly. I don’t want to lie to those who are reading, making my life seem sadder then it is. Perhaps all the stories I’ve read was too much. Real life is too boring for me now. I wish I can someday close my eyes and fully be able to control my dreams, morphing myself into the millions of people I want to be.
The comforted weak friend of the group, soft and gentle. Or the powerful king that rules everything with a iron fist. Or the one that watches everything, recording and keeping track of everyone’s deepest darkest secrets.
My life is too short to live all these lives. Every little tale I write in my head is just a fraction of what I wished I want to be. Are they really stories? Are they really worth sharing, with every death I write, I had always imagined villains as misunderstood people.
But that’s not the case in real life. Some people just deserve death.
Getting off track again.
I do not crave pity, but yet I do. I want the whole world to care for me.
But I just also wished the whole world will leave me alone.
Perhaps what I truly do wish is that, everything I want can happen the way I want to, the way all the characters I write can do.
Now here I am, just a silly person in high school, unhinged and cracking dark jokes, cause I want people to see me as a insane person,someone who is weird, someone they won’t stick around for.
Cause at one point in our friendship, I will lose interest. There are only so many things you can say to someone until you get bored. I truly wish that no one will understand me.
It’s just like in love aswell. Here I go again, ranting about another section of my teenage years. But that’s everyone. The internet makes it seem that people who don’t like love, who don’t like people talking, or like a certain thing is stupid and silly. We only have so much in life. Let us just enjoy things. The internet has shaped our world into ones where we can’t tell the difference between someone joking and someone serious. If you start crying about bullying online, people will just say that it is a joke, you are taking it too seriously, and that you can’t understand it.
But as a punching bag of the online friend circle, let me say something. The way everyone keeps telling me to shut up when I just started typing, or put a little /srs after telling me to kill myself, and laughing at a rant that I truly poured my heart out into.
It hurts, no matter how silly you thought it was.
Maybe I made it too easily for people to harm me. Maybe I should just be aggressive. But what good with that do. Only trouble. But why should I care? Cause I don’t want people to worry about if I do anything wrong. They got their own problems to deal with.
I want to listen to everyone’s problem. They are the true problems, mine? Just another r/im14andthisisdeep mindset of puberty or something. I want people to pour their hearts out to me.
I just wish I can be stronger for everyone else in my life. Who else am I suppose to be then?
I don’t have problems. I just think I do. Or something. I don’t know anymore, do I?
Thanks for coming to my TED talk. Let’s see you scroll past and read more people’s comments shall we? You will forget this in a day or so. This is not to make you seem like a mean person, even if it sounds so. Im just saying that..
Well, how do I explain it. Maybe I don’t have to. Maybe you already know what I’m trying to say.
Please have a good day, or night, or whatever. I will care for you, unknown person of the internet.
thx :) take care unknown to the internet ahhahah...
00:00 musica que toca no templo do oceano. lembro-me de ouvi-la incontáveis vezes enquanto tentava seca-lo...... no fim eu desisti, nunca mais toquei no assunto, e acabei por esquece-lo. mas aqui estamos nós de novo, eu e essa belíssima musica tantos anos depois...... um dia eu vou voltar para aquele mundo, e finalmente terminarei meu projeto ambicioso. um dia........ um dia.
força , foco e fé amigo.. sei que vc consegue. Eu n sei bem por que estou aqui .. eu apenas li o titulo e quis entrar.. talvez.. eu encontre um pouco de paz no meio de tanto caos... no fundo desse oceano fictício eu só quero relaxar e afogar meus problemas.. que logo voltaram a vida quando eu boiar pacificamente ate a superfície.
pq n pede ajuda?
left to bloom is such an underrated song, I'm glad u included it in this mix
I've never really found a reaseon for be alive, for me the life has not sentid, and that make me cry somethings, idk what do it with my life, but i neither do it something for change my life, i just cry, but it's hard for me be stand. I wish can be happy, and maybe i will be someday.
(By the way, sorry for my bad english, i yet don't sepak full that leanguage
This will now calm me every time I find myself drowning in non-stop thoughts overflowing my mind thank you its so helpful ❤
Eu não sei, só parece certo ouvir esse som agora... Sinto como se fosse o destino ou talvez apenas uma mera coincidência. De toda forma obrigado, não me sinto mais tão sozinho quanto antes
Saving this.. thank you.
Make a happy version? :D
What is happiness?
@@liwirspok6692 A bad dream.
Double it and give it to the next person
no idea man
With minecraft's ost ? How the hell do you want to make a happy version with theses deep songs ?
It’s a bird! ITS A PLANE!! no it’s a… flying fish?
WTF is with Minecraft music and it just giving you straight up nostalgia flashbacks.
I missed this..
いつまでも求め続ける。
いつまでも不完全だから。
一緒に求め続けろう
Dios siempre puede darles paz en medio de cualquier situación y darles salida
busquen de el, atrévanse a conocerlo mediante su palabra
я крутой и ваще чё вы, делайте всё что сделает вас лучше. нет цели, нет страхов перед тем, что не убьёт, есть путь, есть результат
мне нельзя существовать если я не идеальна во всём
такое себе убеждение конечно.. но чаще я думаю просто о том, что не знаю, зачем мне жить. я не радуюсь жизни, я не могу нормально поесть, одеть себя, сводить к психологу, провести нормально время. я чувствую себя сиротой, честно. обо мне нормально не заботятся и я бы может это как-то и выдержала, если бы не моё моральное состояние. оно погружает меня на самое дно и заставляет закончить эту ужасную, полную тревоги, страха и грусти жизнь.
мне очень нравится этот плейлист
это так расслабляюще и завораживающе одновременно что даже жутко
я... я в... восторге? нет. это истинное умиротворение.
Счастье.
Столь примитивное и одновременное многогранное слово.
После прочтения комментариев невольно задаёшься вопросом "Я - счастлив?".
С одной стороны - да. У меня есть любящая семья. Преданные друзья. Поддержка. Общение. В общим и целом первые три-четыре ступени пирамиды Маслоу закрыты. И тут начинается другая сторона счастья. Точнее сказать, что по всей видимости пора идти дальше. Я на столько долго стою на месте, что время не лечит, а убивает.
И получается так. Сейчас - я не счастлив.
Мне нужно найти силы в том, чтобы определиться со своим путём и идти дальше. Но куда это дальше? К чему стремиться? От какого рода деятельности я получу это "счастье"? Если верить пирамиде, то мне пора на пятую ступень. Потребность в саморазвитии.
На самом деле у меня не так много выбора. Это должно быть что-то, что мне нравится, может меня развивать как личность и желательно приносить прибыль.
Но так я думал раньше. Сейчас думается, что скорее всего совмещать такие вещи.. Неправильно? Зачем превращать любимое дело, своё хобби в работу?
Работа - это то, что не должно зависеть от вдохновения. Отсюда и следует, что это не мой путь. Я не смогу выработать в себе консистанс того, чтобы на постоянной основе что-то выдумывать или вдохновляться, чтобы ещё с этого и заработать. Хотя мне начинает казаться, что это слабая позиция что-ли, ведь существует много примеров того, что люди, вдохновившись, могут создать невообразимые вещи, так ещё и монетизировать это.
Столько было идей в голове, а сейчас...
Сейчас приоритет будто бы в деньгах. И мне страшно. Я должен буду после учёбы работать и тратить своё время не на творчество, а на то, чтобы выжить. А для того, чтобы не выживать, а жить, нужно хорошо зарабатывать. Чтобы хорошо зарабатывать, нужно учиться профессии. Чтобы учиться профессии, нужна цель. Цель зарабатывать деньги - пугает.
Мне деньги нравятся. Скорее даже так. Мне нравится какие возможности открывают деньги. Говорят же, что счастье не в деньгах и они будут правы, но только частично. В самих деньгах нет счастья. Счастье кроется в их возможностях. То, куда ты их инвестируешь - является твоим будущим.
Тратишься много на алкоголь? Никуда далеко не пойдёшь.
Уходит 1/5 зарплаты на сигареты? Примерна та же часть жизни будет менее сладкой.
Покупаешь одежду/предметы/заказы на вб-озоне/более дорогую еду, в следствии чего не копишь? Тоже далеко не пойдёшь.
Я к тому, что трата денег это олицетворение нас. Пьёшь? Убегаешь от реальности. Куришь? Не доволен жизнью и пользуешься дешёвым дофамином. Уходит много денег на одежду? Важно мнение других и стараешься выглядеть хорошо снаружи, так как внутри ничего нет, и боишься, что за брендовой вещью не увидят личности.
Понятное дело, что во всём можно знать меру и найдутся люди, которые не относятся к тем следствиям, которые я описал. Но большая часть такая и делают это неосознанно.
Я не белый и пушистый. Я курю, выпиваю, хочу выглядеть хорошо, но и хочу знать меру, чтобы не дойти до крайностей. Откладывать на то, что меня сделает счастливым.
Но...
Что меня сделает счастливым, когда такая возможность появится?
Или.
Она уже есть?
На самом деле, нас очень сильно ограничивает мнение окружающих и их... стандарты? Если брать пример с меня, то я мог бы стать стримером, но это на столько же тяжёлая работа, как и любая другая. Она тяжёлая в том плане, чтобы зарабатывать с этого. Стримить для меня не сложно. Язык подвешен, могу пошутить, быть душой компании, генерировать беседы. Но это на столько кажется далёким, что мысль откидывается в далёкий архивный ящик.
Но думаю, что сейчас я мыслю именно так не из-за общества, которое скажет, что "это нереально", нет, даже наоборот, меня многие поддержат из окружения. А то, что я не вижу уже столько веселья тут, за компьютерным столом.
Познакомившись с новыми людьми я понял, что я не интроверт, что стало неким удивлением для меня, ведь я был задротом, а значит и интровертом. Ну и глупое заключение...
В общем и целом, общение принесло мне много радости и горя. Это научило меня жизни. Меня радуют знания, а так же мысли других людей. Они сейчас моё вдохновение.
Думаю это - новая стадия жизни.
Компьютерные игры и виртуальные друзья постепенно уйдут на задний план.
Хотя не буду врать, эта мысль слегка пугает, да и я такой, что наврятли потеряю с ними контакт, да и не откажусь от компьютерных игр. Говорю лишь то, что это всё станет менее важно. Я хочу найти человека, а лучше людей, которые будут вдохновлять на идеи и на воплощение их в жизнь. Мне нравится мысль того, что я могу радовать других своим творчеством. И я очень надеюсь, что я достигну этого.
Остаётся лишь один вопрос:
"Но куда это дальше?"
Tenho isso direto, minha hiperatividade é tão alta que começo a me enjoar de mim mesmo e a perceber os limites da minha própria mente.
Isso é uma vibe bem estranha skks escuto essas músicas pra dormir
Fica bem melhor
@@MiyukiShiba-wm1kc está playlist mim deu uma sensação estranha misturada com nostalgia 😊
acho incrível como a maioria das músicas do mine causam um vazio imenso, smp bate aquela vontade de jogar
porém jogar sozinho é deprimente demais
ent nunca zerei o game por falta de companhia
um jogo que é pra ser divertido e emocionante, acaba virando um jogo triste e sem emoção XD
Listening to this at work... Thank you for that wonderful playlist
Why is the Minecraft Music So Peacefull..
I’m Starting to Cry in joy 🥲 right now.
No pensaba que fuera tan literal
tá, mas eu realmente me afoguei em meus pensamentos ouvindo isso.. . . .
de qualquer forma, vlw por fazer isso acontecer. precisava de um descanso pra pensar msm ^^
This is all I needed to hear.
спасибо вам за этот плейлист
these is peace
ty for this
Capaz solo capaz sea un mensaje importante pero verdaderamente nunca pense "estar nervioso" por declararme, pero no es como me esperaría que fuera, resulta que yo estoy enamorado de una chica de mi mismo curso, intente salir con chicas durante años pero nunca pude conectar con ninguna pero ella, ella es la unica mujer que entiende como yo trato a los demas (siempre fui muy reservado y callado, pero siempre intento ser buena gente) resulta que hoy 31 de octubre donde yo vivo nos juntamos mis amigos y esa chica, resulta que este dia yo estuve hablando gran parte del dia, pero tambien hubo otro amigo al cual le gusta esa chica, ese chico es mas cercano a ella pero se conocen hace dos semanas.
Llego la noche y empezo a llover cosa que hizo que ella se fuera mas temprano, entonces yo le dije a ese amigo "tengo que invitarla a salir" y hasta ahi no hubo problema, pues resulta que llendo para la casa de ese amigo que vive a 7 casas de la mia estuvimos hablando y salto el tema, el dijo que tambien le gustaba entonces yo dije que la invite a salir total ya era de esperarse para mi que mi vida amorosa fuera un fracaso, siguiendo ese amigo me dijo que si yo me sentiria bien si ella sale con el y yo respondi "no me sentiria bien pero lo aceptaría" llego el punto donde le hablamos a otro amigo para que el le hable a esa chica para preguntarle quien le gusta de nosotros dos, a momento del comentario no respondio pero ella sabe que los dos gustamos de ella, cosa que dijimos que pese a que cualquiera salga con ella o no siempre vamos a seguir siendo amigos, pero el problema llega que yo estuve reflexionando y dije "no puedo ser tan tonto de llegar al punto de preguntar "de quien gustas" asi que voy a ir directo a preguntarle y decirle que ella eliga, ya estoy cansado de ser introvertido voy a exponer mis problemas siempre y cuando evitando que despues de la conversación que voy a tener con ella no se vuelva incomodo, espero y solo deseo que todo salga bien, ya no es por interes romantico si no por mi bien mental y el de todo mi grupo de amigos.
Tengo 17 años nunca estuve tan nervioso y triste a la vez de pensar la posibilidad de que se aleje de nuestro grupo de amigos
Você até não pôde entender o que eu estou dizendo mas nunca desista do seu sonho se você deixar o seu sentimento em primeiro lugar vc vai alugar né um mano seja forte vc irá se feliz bom Mano espera que um dia eu posso se feliz bom Natal se vc ver a minha mensagem:-;
wawa..
também queria escrever algo legal, e contar um pouco da minha história
o problema é que eu não consigo e mto menos tenho história pra contar
o que me resta é apenas passar horas lendo histórias de estranhos na internet
é bom saber que não sou o único com a mentalidade corrompida por aq rsrs XD .
I just realized I've been listening to an extended loop; Still loved every second though.
Time to build an underwater base
everything will get better💖
всё наладится💖
Mi estado mental en musica be like:
Плейлист на повторе стоит, невозможно оторваться ❤
Автор ты просто Великолепен!!
A veces me agobia mi sentir, me asusta el sentir tanto y tan poco a la vez, a caso me estoy perdiendo? A caso algún día sentire mejor el creer que soy feliz?
I’m just gonna… go to sleep… forever maybe, I’ll wake up when I’m wanted.
amazing...
Так спокойно..
I like to drown in thought :3
literally
спасибо покакал
Эстетично
I Turned On Minecraft Music After 3 Years While Playing Survival. It Was So Sad Yet So Relaxing. Man I Wish I Could Go Back To The Old Days.
in the other side of the planet, i have the same fuckin feelin. I just wanna be in that game, like I was Adam if God haven't created Eva, lost in a beautiful paradise , alone but so peaceful and beauty
😢😢
All of these playlists would be so much better if you could hear without having your phone at max volume.
Algo bueno
If you dont get muchikes its because they’re too busy enjoying the music.
I'm starting to think that I'm the problem.
Every time that I find someone I'm interested in, we talk for a little while, then they end up leaving without a trace. It's happened twice to me now and I'm scared that it'll happen again. I don't know what I'm doing wrong for them to keep blocking me. Am I the issue? Am I too clingy?
I'm talking to this new guy now, and I'm starting to realize the same pattern with him; just a little differently. I will always text first, then he'll reply hours later, with a dry response. It's been like this for around 3 weeks now and we've been talking for about a month now. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. He's the only decent guy I've met so far and I really.. really like him. But I can't help that he's getting colder and more distant than before. I don't know if I should let him go, or keep talking to him.. But it doesn't change the fact that
I'm starting to think that I'm the problem.