mac's cheesy thoughts

///FOOD FOR THE HOMELESS I had ate at Panbury's Double Crust Pies for lunch and it was delicious. The crust was super flaky, creating that amazing texture of lightly crisping bread akin to a nice croissant. The steak inside was juicy and the mash potatoes and gravy wasn't too heavily seasoned which is pretty rare considering American's affinity for too salty or too savory. But that's not the point of why I am blogging (on an afternoon for the first time) here. The reason is my continuous struggle with helping the needy.  Do I do it because it's part of me, or because I want to impress others. It's strange and I always wonder whether it does more good to tell others about the kind actions I do compared to going the way of silent kindness. What's the best way to interact with the homeless? Too many times I feel like I'm getting sold bullshit stories about their lives, but who am I to judge? They've been through much more harsh times than I have. ...

///NOTHING MATTERS " A phrase that simultaneously juxtaposes the pure ecstacy of conscious life with the insufferable depression of death." Posted that on Tumblr a few days ago and it hit me right in the feels. Pretty proud of the wording of it too.  man it feels nice to write in my blog huh. The phrase is a perfect yin-and-yang. In the happier sense, it give me the strength to go out and feel like I can do anything because this life is all we've got. Live it. In a more depressing way, everything is so pointless because death is always looming, so why even start? It's definitely an anxiety-inducing thought. Easy to be torn either way. I definitely lean more towards the happier side but not through thinking about it but because it's just more the way I am. Life would probably be better if I became more salient about the strength it potentially give me throughout the day. I've stopped centering myself at random points in the day to keep a clear and focused h...