@@pedrohenriqueviana5596 Also when you were young,every year of your life is a huge percentage of your life so far.Once you´re like 20,1 year isnt as substantial as when you were 10 you know.
@@markschroder1663 Oh yeah, u said everything. I think is because when we were young we are growing/evolving too fast, so, 2 years makes a lot of difference; The childhood and the adolescence its a time of great learning in our lives, that is why its so precious i think...
Except you can find a comment anytime, whereas a bottle will get lost even to you. Comments are more like throwing a bottle into an eddy in a calm bay. It sticks around for days until you forget about it and it finally drifts away when you aren't looking.
Our perception of time is a strange thing. I'm 27. The last 10 years feel like they could've happened yesterday. But my childhood memories feel so distant to me that I sometimes wonder if they're actually memories and not just dreams or another life I lived long ago.
@@stickyschannel8497 just turned 26, god, I would do everything differently, enjoy my friends a lot more, be a lot more chill lol, shit, so much... I miss 10 years ago so much its insane
@@stickyschannel8497 dude, enjoy, time goes by faster by the year and you are at your apex pretty much, it takes an eternity for us to turn 18 but once you are done with high school and stuff you just blink and suddenly you are 26, just enjoy, like really take the time to just enjoy stuff and appreciate it, sometimes people forget that "now" will become a long lost memory too, you know? Just make lhe most of it!
Getting ads is like someone entering your room while having sex. Please install adblock, life is too short to constantly sacrifice your own small pleasure for nothing. When you die, nobody will remember and appreciate how many beautiful moments you spoiled for yourself because you didn't install adblock. Nobody will give you a pat on the back. And when you're old, you will only wish to go back in time, so you could hear that beautiful music again and daydream about wonderful places. Spending only 1 minute a day on stupid ads is 365 minutes a year, or 6 hours a year. In just 12 years that's 72 hours (3 days). In 50 years you lose 2 weeks. Now imagine on your death bed, if you could trade that time for listening to music uninterrupted, and contemplate about life just a little longer.
Well said. These sounds are like the forbinger of some major doome & gloome approaching us. The inevitable dark future is enveloping 🌏earth / plane. One of the SEALS have been opened 🆙 Which one? I hear in the distance the pail horse is coming. The time has come! *** Get your acts ❤️together!!! Things will pass away. Your life as you new it has ended. Be safe you all.0.0001%
I'm one of those people. I'm an artist who dabs in "dark" themes with her artwork and at times can be a turnoff when I meet new people who ask about the work I do. Often, I'll be judged poorly right off the bat, but those who get to know me, or know me before they see my work, will quickly find out I'm naturally very positive and cheerful, more often than not you will find me with a smile on my face, even when bad things happen around me. Although I love color and other styles of artwork, there is something about works of art that pull out emotions like, loneliness, anger, sadness, and fear. It's hard to explain, but you are right, I think it's because we can find the hidden beauty of all emotions, even those that are deemed "bad" despite us all being human and having them.
Average Alien yep me too.everyone is brainwashing us with their fears.i guess you‘ll have to stay away from the comment section for some time.or seperate yourself completely from the internet.go out to the nature, listen to it‘s beauty.
@@ryg4895 that is because people in this situation will not shut up unless you tell them to. They dont know if youre hoping for them to shut up so you have to tell them
weird that we are all currently thinking and doing stuff and some day we just wont. our brain will shut off and we will just sleep forever without dreaming. eventually all human life will go out and all that will be left will be rogue radio transmissions transcending mortality.
What a terrifyingly bizzare and bizzarely terrifying thing to think about, innit? But it's somehow so... Peaceful, as well. Just a cold universe, radiating the last of its energy and mass through possibly literally uncountable black holes in a possibly unmeasureably vast void. It brings fear into my eyes but somehow, also a smile to my face.
Setting the useless radio down, he sighed and returned to his tattered bed to slump down and weep. No longer was it embarrassing; everybody was gone, after all. Now, it was merely a way of passing the time. Just a few months prior, eternal loneliness, to him, did not seem so bad. But isolation was truly shaping itself up to be completely unbearable. The pitiful man wiped his eyes, knowing what he had to do... He could leave this world and finally render it completely empty. However, as he stood on tall, strangely calm legs, a sound stopped his train of thought. A voice coming from the radio. "Hello?"
"lofi hip hop radio - beats to relax/study to" has nothing on this one, man, I wasn't studying when I turned on this video, now I am, this put me in a goddamn _mood for studying_ which is not something I've ever experienced before
SAME i dont know how to describe it but it makes me okay with feeling lonely otherwise i have to have a video in the background with people talking all day
The cereal that is crunchy and jarring as hell to my jaw and my skull and is in no way calming (as far as cold cereals go)-but is very tasty nonetheless (as far as cold cereals go)-you mean that honey bunches of oats? 🙃
This year got it hard for me. Depression, COVID, breakup from 3 years long relatioships, lots of pain and being hurted from people that surround me, and finally on holidays I'm being left alone... Last week I've been barely eating, had bad sleep, and drank way more than I should. I felt that it going to finish me soon. Yesterday I decided to stop, I'm gradually minimizing alcohol every day, dropped off from social media for a while (nobody even reaches out to me, people left me, and those who care find a way to call or text me without social media. also it hurts me more and wastes my time scrolling around), and started meditation again. I'm trying to go to bed earlier, and eat more, although my appetite is very low. I hope I can do it, as I really thought if I don't stop it won't end well... and hope you guys stay out there safely.
@@rodentofthewoods679 Choose to believe? I can't make myself believe things. Try to believe the sky is green while staring at its blueness. You can't do it, and I can't believe your twisted fairy tale even if it gave me meaning.
Hey you, yeah. The one who survived and still hasn't found anyone. I'm sure you're not the last person on earth, even after whatever happened- well, happened. The mere fact that you are reading this (or even can read this) should be more than enough reason to keep looking. Survive. Keep pushing through. That's what we do, as humans. We are survivors. Whether that's in a literal physical environment or a deeper emotional or psychological level doesn't matter. The very meaning of existence itself is survival. If you look up into the night sky, the glimmer of trillions of stars, you'll see signs of survival too. No, I'm not talking extra terrestrial life. I'm referring to what we know about the war in the void as of 5/22/2020. Matter and mass, burning and flying around in the endless expanse. From a molecular level to the stars shifting and colliding up to a scale the human brain is incapable of properly visualizing... The globe is a crazy place. We're reaching a new page in the story of humanity, but I'd like to point out... When aren't we changing? This is just another step in a direction we don't know (except you, you have hindsight). Every day there's something changing, lives are lost, lives are beginning. We're geared to survive on a limited time. And you... Apparently you have access to the internet. So, I suppose if you've already learned to survive physically, maybe work on surviving emotionally. And that goes for anyone else reading this, before whatever happens, happens. Wake up to each day not as your last, but as your first, and start learning something new. Remember, survival is every bit of learning as it is doing. This has been another random sub-comment on a random comment on a youtube video. I'll see you later. or not. :) -AP // Edit notes: Thanks to veno501 for the edit. Reads a lot better now, I only retained the original date as of writing from the original version. I love coming back to check on replies and insight. I'm glad this reached you, and I hope you are too.
I feel like every person deserves to meditate these specific words while listening to this kind of music at leas once At the same time that I felt distant, I felt me feet on the ground, I felt the guilt and the responsabilities. Thanks for the words man, you made me think deep, you're awesome, hope you're doing well :)
Hey! You can’t be anyone but yourself. I know what you’re going through but eventually, you’ll figure yourself out and it will feel like coming home. I promise.
It's funny that the title is "Songs for an empty world;" as a kid, I believed (and still do, to an extent), that after death, your brain essentially puts your consciousness into an "aftercare" state due to the traumas of both life and death, and over time (if you aren't already), you'll become progressively more lucid with your initial blank slate afterlife. I'm not talking completely white, but your perception of the world, just empty; there's nobody else but you, and your own thoughts. I used to make playlists with this type of music because when I die, I wanted to populate my world with this somber, Silent-Hill like ambiance. It's nice to hear stuff like this again. Maybe the universe is giving me a sign. Maybe not. Who knows.
@Based G-man Better than this one, honestly. Also, I didn't say void. This is what I said: "I'm not talking completely white, but your perception of the world, just empty; there's nobody else but you, and your own thoughts." So the world as I know it currently, just me and myself. Eventually, it'd end up like a lucid dream, where you can pretty much do anything, so I'd be able to populate it once I knew how. I used to have (and still do) lucid/vivid dreams a lot and it takes me to better places than the ones that exist on Earth. My playlists weren't necessarily all bleak. There were a lot of nice ambient and tranquil tracks on there, and some 90s jungle EDM. I wish I still had the playlist so I could link you. I'd like to think that my version of the afterlife is better than Heaven or Hell, where in one you praise the Lord all day and in the other, you praise Satan with your pained screams.
I think this nostalgic, almost scary, overwhelming feeling is what our ancestors felt when they spread throughout the world countless millenia ago. What you feel, at least I do, is a form of remembering. The forests, the caves and mointains, the bright sunny day and the old sacred night. All of that engraved in our souls, just like the old runes and stones. Have a blessed day fellow travelers
Lol isn't that common sense? Idk maybe that's one of the reasons people are less understanding when it comes to others compared to themselves sometimes. Idk maybe I'm too young but surely we all know this?
@@frankcastle604 There's no benefit of getting laid for just soulless lu st. True love doesn't exist. Especially in this society. If I can't find the perfect one for me, then I'll stay a virgin, and die one. Inter course is meaningless without passion, emotion... love. You may think I'm saying perfect literally, but no. Perfect doesn't have to be flawless. Someone out there has flaws, but she'll be perfect for me in the end. However, that is going to take time. And a human life only lives for so long. It'll take too long to find the one for me. Which is why I guess I'll die alone, and that's perfectly fine. If that's the way the fate has it. Then I'll accept my fate. I'm just a human. I'm insignificant in this vast universe as we're all irrelevant in the grand scope of the universe.
This music has a pretty interesting effect on all people. Personally, I felt something distant, memories of nature and loneliness. About how beautiful the landscapes of the morning forest are from a bird's eye view. As I lie in the middle of the cool grass in a small clearing surrounded by dark fir trees. Special color of grass and lighting. Calmness. Like a dream. Everything is too familiar. Everything is... I don't know how to describe this feeling. It’s like I’ve returned to my true home. But not the house in which I was born and raised, but different. I would like to stay here and so that time stands still forever.
If we accept Jesus as our savior we will have heaven for all of eternity he died for our sins our imperfect you and me and everyone should go to hell because of the wrong we did but He paid the price Jesus paid it all Its all over but not everyone will be saved you have to accept him and change stop sinning and believe in his plan for us read his word pray I want to see everyone on here in heaven hell is worse than you think its endless torture forever trapped un the lake of fire with demons torturing you when you die it's too late to say to God I'm sorry and I repent no salvation is now we may never have another day on this earth but Jesus promises heaven if you believe in him Amen
There's so many things we forget all the time. So many things that stray away from the surface. Memories, skills, experiences. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a loop of relearning the same things that I've learned before but have just forgotten to think about.
@@Astridz Especially childhood. All my life I try to remember how the real world feels like. And how to be happy just because I woke up in the morning and have a whole day ahead.
My dad died in 2015. My stepdad changed forever and went away due to the same thing that took my dad; a stroke. My mother lost herself. Dementia. I have been depressed and felt cold for over 23 years of my life. I am 32. I have no reason to be here. I have been climbing a gray concrete wall surrounded by a black abyss my entire life. I see this wall in my head. I feel it. The structure. The smell. Sometimes I am completely immobile... just hanging there... staring at the forever too far away edges that dissapear in the darkness.... There is no way up or down that I will ever reach... Im not even alive... Its just me... the abyss... and that cold, rough, concrete wall...
All these comments lead me to one inescapable conclusion; our fears reach out into the dark and are met by the fears of others, and all are overcome by hope, and transform into love. In this thread I see those who use their own fear as a way to reach out and help others. It's so beautiful. Bless you all.
For so many, who have no clear path in life, nothing to look forward to, and little to look back to, the world may as well already ended. What difference is there in a soul wandering without purpose in a modern city or a future wasteland, other than the nearness of the next meal? Either way they live in an empty world. Hopefully they can one day accept purposelessness but for most that will not be the case.
Meaning is in the things you don't know yet or in the things you think to know already but you do not know fully, some new discovery or realization can change your life completely
Endymion766 it‘s up to you people how you view the world.and it‘s up to every one of you to change your view on the world.alone.on your own.only you can change your view.get conscious.
The wind blows behind him, moving his long cloak. it's completely silent. The leftovers from a cilivization that disappeared without expectation. Yet everything seems to be normal. It's this silence that is making him shiver. So many people used to live here, and now...not a single soul. The massive towers of glass and steel are slowly decaying, the vegetation was conquering this place. He stopped and looked around. He started to hear noices, loud noices, people talking, he even heard his name. He looked everywhere, but, there was nobody. Was he becoming insane? The sounds were becoming louder. He fell on his knees. His arms tried to reach for something, his lips were moving, trying to say a word, a name, but he was unable to speak. unable to move. A sudden weight started to push him down, even more sounds started to reach his ears, it was a pure chaos. He wasn't sure what was happening. What terrifying fade had got to the people here, he thought. His strongest desire was to leave, to leave this crooked place, to leave this empty world. Suddenly he heard a voice, a voice calling his name. Something was different. The voice was kind, it was telling him not to give up, his journey hasn't even started. This is just that, what remained from the people here. This was just something new, but at the same time something known to him. He knew those sounds, he was able to recognize them. He has already been here before. Then it got him. With all his force he was albe to stand, but still in wiggling feet. The sounds were fading. it was silent again. The emptiness of this world had dragged him down for a minute. He continued his journey.
Walking through empty cities, neighborhoods, markets, airports....you're the only human you know of that's alive and around. Spent so long in self-imposed solidarity that now you wish you could see people again. You now spent time wishing to trade all of that to see another, even the glimpse of another living person. It's been a decade now since you woken up one day to being the only person in the known world. It wasn't until 5 months into the true lonely life that you'd even love to see the people you hid from. Walking through streets, along the long lines of cars, many with full tanks yet. Sleeping in a new bed every night. Eating the food the vanished left behind before it's rotted and gone too. What you cannot finish, you feed the few birds and insects and animal life left. It haunts you that even they were few in number and decreasing. Electricity lasted for a few months, until you had to rely on vehicles, batteries, solar panels, hand crank devices and generators for any electricity, but it didn't take long for the need and interest in power to wane. All radio is silent. Nothing on tv anywhere. No internet. The most you've done is go around, booting people's computers to see if they have music, videos, anything to remind you of the people gone. 10 months into this new, lonely world, after learning how to grow a vegetable garden you ditched your rifle and pistol, realizing you won't need them. There's no one to be a threat to you and even the carnivorous animals have dwindled in numbers. Walking, biking, driving from city to city. Beginning to see the fur and bones of animals. You try to feed any you encounter, or at least leave food out for them, hoping to retain any life you possibly can. Your siblings to picked on you enough to give you insecurities, you long for them. Your parents whom you also had a rocky relationship with. The former friends that had become enemies. The enemies themselves you wish you could see again. This new world you're in has also stripped you of all of your insecurities and little things you felt were life altering and bad. It has faded away a lot of issues you had. Unfortunately, the good is beginning to fade 2.3 years into this life. Hope is fading like the refrigerators full of dried, dusty mold, the empty houses, the empty cars, the empty amusement parks, the beaches, the malls, everywhere. All empty, dried up, dusty. You realize how much you've changed. Having climbed to the top of a ferris wheel to eat. You look at your bag, realizing it's a basic backpack. No longer designer bags you used to hold in higher importance than your life. Your shoes are basic running shoes, no longer designer shoes that you used to in debt to get. Clothes are plain, a bit practical. The expensive, designer, "high class" clothes you filled your life with...even wearing for less than a season and moved onto more new clothes as the old sit in your closet, all of those don't matter to you anymore. Nothing matters compared to the hope of seeing even just one more person. None of it matters as much as your deep internal struggles of missing everyone, the very people you isolated your from. Even now, 3 years into the desolate world, you cannot admit to yourself that you miss people. You can admit that so much is trivial compared to having people around. You just can't yet admit that you miss them. Having almost unlimited resources, you've learned how to do many things. Operating machinery. Manual transmission. Lift heavy things with a seesaw motion of weight on one end lifting the other so you can place blocks under it until the heavy object is high above the ground and supported. It took you a few days and some callouses but you did it. Even 4 years of this, you can still go to any car and either drive it until gas runs out or you siphon the gas out. You used to like that one BMW car you had 2 years ago but when it finally hit you that you have ALL of the options, you no longer have a preference, only that it can drive. You still jog and run. Your device, your multiple microsd cards full of music, audiobooks, lectors, people's home videos, anything to listen and relive other people's moments and lives. It's the closest you'll ever had to having someone with you again. As you run alongside rivers and streams and roads and all kinds of scenery spots, it also finally hit you that the air, the skies, the water, all so clear. It's been like that for a long time, you just haven't noticed until now. 5.5 years later. At the end of this day, you'll swim in the river you ran beside, then take a bath when you find a place you want to sleep in. You're surprised there's still plenty of fish. You still filter your water, even though you have it in the back of your mind that it's not as necessary anymore. You don't take a risk though. Nighttime, you often find the tallest building in whatever city or town you're in to lay on the rood and stargaze. Night skies are so clear, no light pollution that even within year 1, the night sky never looked so vivid and to this day, it's so clear. Sometimes you even sleep on the roof. 6.5 years later, cooking a fish over a campfire, you listen to music from your teens that no longer makes you cringe as you can feel the joy from them again without any fear of ridicule or guilt or anything from others if they knew you still liked it. Adding lemon pepper to the salmon you caught while you sing along to the pop music playing from a stereo powered by the current car you're driving. Appreciating everything as you go. Even after every song, every movie, every person's home video, you thank them for it. Thank them for leaving a piece of the human spirit for you to partake and enjoy. Sometimes you pretend they're made for you, sent from a friend long, long ways away. There are many areas you avoid. Even though it's been 8 years since, some places such as nuclear facilities for power and another products no longer have anyone to maintain them so every nuclear facility has degraded and blown up and leaves telling signs that it's not safe in that particular area. Nothing but scars upon the purer, cleaner Earth. 9 years into the solitary world, the foliage overtaking almost everywhere. So much that buildings grown over look like green hills and mountains. Sometimes it's hard to drive around as some tree roots damage the paved roads. You prefer trucks and SUVs for the last few years. You prefer homesteads and farm lots than cities and towns, but you'll sleep where it's convenient. For the last few years, you start off your mornings honking car horns and shooting off guns, hoping that if there's a chance someone might be alive and near to hear the noise. Nighttime you set off fireworks and sometimes have big bonfires. Not a day goes by where you don't have something playing. A movie, music, lectors, audiobooks on repeat. 9 years and as you look through people's computers and phones you still get surprised at what you find, adding to your collection. Greeting them as if they're a person, saying that you're pleased to have them. 10 years into the big empty world, you've been almost everywhere in the North American continent. Hope is almost dry and turned to dust. Adding the last of the fuel canisters onto a boat as you are about to set towards across the ocean, towards the next continent. Looking around, actually becoming emotional, leaving like you're something behind, like you're leaving friends behind. You don't know why you cry but you don't stop yourself. Beginning of summer hot days, you start the engine, you turn on your stereo, playing somber music. You feel like saying sorry. Why? And to whom do you think it towards? You don't care, you don't stop yourself from feeling anything, you let it happen and permeate. You keep yourself alive and human and full of emotion and clinging onto hope. Pulling the lever, making the boat drive off away from mainland as you keep your eyes on it. Breathing hard, allowing yourself to let go, feel scared again and to accept a new adventure elsewhere. Even as the mainland has vanished from sight, you keep looking for a few more moments before looking ahead. Ahead towards another new life, another new world. Maybe this time I'll find someone. I hope...
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I've lost all my friends from the stress of the lockdowns. The last one just completely stopped speaking to me and made me feel like shit. Im not on good terms with my family and now I'm the last person I know.
Checkpoint; people think the ocean is scary, and I honestly have no reason to disagree, however, it's comforting in a way. the earth is far from completely explored, and what lurks beneath the water is not completely known either. the unknown can reveal and hide many things simultaneously, and it's up to us to decide whether or not we find comfort in that. whether we're afraid of it because it knows something we don't, or to welcome it so we can learn more. even though I visit it often, whatever lurks beneath the waves has yet to reveal it's secrets to me. I can hear them calling my name, asking, no, begging to escape, for me to help them. yet, I can't do anything about it. the most I can do is stay by the water, listening to them, just to let them know they're being heard. I will stay here. listening, and waiting for something to happen. that is the most I am capable of. Saved. 7/25/2020
That gives me Death Stranding vibes with the whole Beaches and oceans for the dead. Beautiful piece of written art. Thank you for sharing it. I read it during the first song and wow. It moved me so.
*sigh* How I wish I could explore my old Minecraft worlds. They were deleted a long time ago when it was still called Minecraft Pocket Edition. The app was updated and they were wiped in the update. Thankfully I can still walk them in my memory. It just would be quite enjoyable to see them without imagining. Thank .ou for inspiring their memory again.
omg you reminded me of simpler times, several years back on an older computer where I had about a thousand worlds that are now deleted and never to be recovered. The things I would do to get those worlds back...
The current date is the fourteenth day of the first month of the year twenty-twenty one. The time is 4:55 pm PST as i write this. I hope that to whomever may read this message, in whatever time or place or situation you are in, that you are well. I wish the best for whomever may or may not read this. Time is almost up and we are almost at the inevitable. Do not fear whatever may come but rather, embrace it. Whether peace or war, the world will continue on. Until it goes out with either a bang or a whimper.
8/2/2021 Local time: 22:37 (+1 Timezone) Thank you, random passerby. Life is, and it will go on until it has to end. For now we rely on us, on the energy surrounding us to keep everything going on. Farewell, traveller. See you sometime up there
@@ericsito52 12 February 2021. 21:28 PST. Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you. Deuteronomy. Things are OK for now. Regardless of what you lose faith in, always maintain faith in God.
Sometimes, being the first one is the same as being totally alone. Because there is nothing behind you, and you don't know if there will be something ahead.
Isn’t weird how we are all born with no problems and how we’re all innocent but as we grow we learn more and more about our lives and then we later become depressed and the you are laying awake in your bed at 3am and you hear the question “who knew that I would grow up to be like this?”
@Silvio Berlusconi Because we have less problems to worry about. The people in the past, like you said, worried about their life and what or if they'd eat tomorrow, but now such things aren't as common. We are educated and know more about the world around us and how terrifying it can be because of the internet. Maybe later generations will be even more depressed, but we'll have to wait a few decades.
Because Knowlege itself is the Scar on the Mind. To be aware is to be damned. Back in the good old days unwanted babys would just be left to the pigs and adults touched children. Outsiders were not just bullied, but just murderd and thrown into the river. If it didn't happen behind closed doors it was just ignored and normalized. And that made it, to those people, non-existent. This is why it feels like the world gets worst. We acknowledge and call out, which makes it real. We start to truly prevent while in their eyes we are the sole reason. What's the difference between a problem not existing and looking away? Until you look at it they are the same. We looked. And we paid the price. But to find true healing and real progress we must be better than those who came before. It ruined our Lifes and we would do it again. Because it, simply put, is the only correct answer. Let them rot, those who walked past the hand reaching up to them. Let them laugh about us. Let them think they are better. Their opinion holds no meaning. Their words are as empty as their souls. And when harvest comes, we will still be here and they will not.
I hope everyone watching this stays safe and healthy. I haven't seen people outside my family in weeks, and it's getting to me. Crazy times, crazy times.
I live alone in an apartment. With everything going on, I only really interact with someone in person once or twice a week. Sometimes several days will go by where I don't leave the apartment and I don't even realize it. This pandemic hit just as I was coming to terms with social anxiety and becoming comfortable with interacting with strangers in public. When this is all over, I'm going to get out there and just start asking girls out on simple, casual dates, no fucks given. I really hope you get out there soon too. A lot of people are loosing their minds. Maybe once public gatherings start opening up, people are going to be a lot more friendly, just because of how starved for human interaction they are.
Hang in there @Just a Jumbled Reviewer & @Palindrome. I know this sounds cliché, but everyone is lonely together at this time (and many of the people who live with someone are beginning to wish they WERE alone!) This won't last forever, and in the meantime we have other means of connecting with others. Stay safe you guys :)
well its nature and earth itself rebalancing world, its clear that there is way too many people in world, pollution and waste... look how cities are clean now after few months of humans dont interfering
@@viceroy___ how so? im not defeated or surrender by any means, im just saying what is obvious, most countries report amazing air and water clarity recently, animals coming back to places they were pushed our cause of cities and humans presence. I would say my view is more like nature attitude based. Less people = less wars, less crime, less pollution and many other good things.
I don't know why, but this playlist makes me feel more alive than anything I've ever listened to. it makes me want to love and cherish everything. I felt quite sad and melancholic this morning, but these sound tracks have triggered something within my mind and soul. I feel.
We can force millions to leave their families, wives and kids at home for weeks, months, years...knowing that many won't come back. Haa... it's funny how disposable human lives are to government "in the name of war" sending millions to certain death or to kill millions more...but here we are today, no questions asked, locked away, forced away from our families, from human connection, from connection to the outside world and for what? You truly believe they are concerned with a flu that has a 90% + survival rate when over a million Americans have died in war not mentioned the multi-millions of other equally important lives our soldiers have taken? Do you remember to nuke we dropped in the middle of japan...vaporizing hundreds of thousands of women, men, and little babies while others slowly died horrible deaths from radiation? Haha, but who am I to question government and their ultimate concerns for the people..silly me, let us all continue to give up any quality of life and be good little citizens, they know all..the big gov would surely protect us from this ravenous virus....
This reminds me of my time playing Shadow of the Colossus. Virtual miles of beautiful natural scenery mixed with the further beauty of the ruins scattered about. It felt so surreal to wander (no pun intended) and see the sights, but yet, minus the birds and little lizards roaming around, the whole place is devoid of fauna and humans. Genuinely instilling this idea of a "forbidden land". The game instantly became one of my all-time favorites after finishing my first playthrough.
I remember buying the original PS2 version about five years ago. Little did I know it would spark an obsession for team Ico/gendesign games and others with a similar lonely aesthetic. I love seeing other fans still talking about it every once in a while
The first piece and many others featured here were made by Mount Shrine... they have passed away earlier this year I will forever hold his music close to my heart, for his work was truly outstanding among the 'music-ambiance' creators I'm glad millions heard your masterpieces Mount Shrine You will be missed...
@@odysseus4244 Mount Shrine, author of many tracks that are feature in this video, passed away. I believe it was due to covid He was one of my favorite composers, I still can't wrap my head around the fact he's gone
when I think of love, I think, “what the hell, I’ve been in love before, I'm not so bad off, maybe it’ll happen again.” But nights are long sometimes, I’ve slept alone so long now, that maybe it won't happen again. But I have to keep thinking it will
Me too bro I honestly forgot what it feels like to have someone lay with me and feel the warmth of their body . Hopefully we both will feel that one day
I’ve never had a human connection. I am not a human, but an entity that exists without purpose or direction. Keep looking for love. Because on this side of the grass it isn’t greener. It’s just there
When i think of love, i don't understands what my mind wants me to feel. I don't understand how people can love things. I don't know myself. Who am i. What is this world around me trying to tell me.
Laying in my bed and listening to this, chills wash over me and tears flood my eyes. I don't know why I feel this way but my whole body is covered in goosebumps. As the track meets is crescendo, my heater turns on and fills the room with a familiar red glow. This is the room I've known for days. Weeks. Months. Years. Eventually this room will be nothing but a fleeting memory in the back of my head, and I'll remember nothing of this experience. You, too, share a similar fate. As you read this comment, you can't help but think that it'll just become a passing memory. The flow of time is like water, effortless in it's constant motion. Never stopping, never ceasing. Cold. Unyielding. People try to tell you what time is, what reality is. It's not something humans have created the words to describe yet. Reality is something far more complex. Open your eyes and experience this brief moment in an ocean of endlessly flowing time, and do something to change the world so that it might never be forgotten. That's what I'm doing. Leaving a mark as a timestamp and reminder that this happened. Just as fast as I finish, my heater turns off, and the glow that once filled the room is overtaken by cold, crisp shadows. The chills invade my body once more and my ears are licked by the unforgiving flames of loneliness. Goodnight, world. See you [ ]. ♥️
Day 187 : I learned that Earth was once a thriving planet with humans and animals. They all lived happily, but that was before the parasite took over. The parasite that made them leave to the stars. The trees grew taller and taller, animals changing to fit the new environment. The parasite really make the moss better though, I like the new moss, it's more soft. Day 188: I ran into a deer (if you could even call it that anymore). It was friendly, but then it took the bread I was eating and ran off so fuck it. I traveled to what used to be central Arkansas to what seems to be Atlanta, Georgia. (I know because there was a building called Atlanta Aquarium or whatever) it's all run down and plants grow everywhere. Some fish glow when it was night, showing me a grand show of fish biology. I think I'll camp out here for the night. Day 190: I found a house, very old by now but they have a radio. I used it to find any others that were left behind, but no responses. I will try again tomorrow. Day 191: no responses. But I did find a young girls dairy, I read it despite it not being for me. And I have one unsolved question; who is Drake and Travis Scott? Day 193: my question has been answered. When scavenging threw cars, I found a phone left over. I powered it on and found an application called "iTunes". Travis Scott is a singer, or rapper? I don't understand the difference. Day 197: all other days, no response on the radio. The silence is getting to me ever since my Walkman broke. I yet to find working earphones to use, and a functional cellphone that still has a screen. Day 200: It's my birthday. It's odd to celebrate it by myself. Maybe if Mom knew, she would make me a cake. Hope she is celebrating in the stars because once I get there, I demand they make me one!! Day 202: I found a cellphone that works! I can listen to music again, just like before. Hope everyone in the shelter is fine, I will be heading back in a few months. Day 207: when leaveing a old store called "Walmart " I ripped my cloak. It was my favorite (and only) cloak... Day 210: no response on the radio. I am starting to loose hope. Day 214: still no answer. I found a dog eating some canned foods. The food was all old and not edible so I ended up eating the dog. And yes, I did pray before eating, I would hate for the dog to suffer a bad afterlife. Day 216: no response Day 220: no response. I need to find a new notebook, this one is running out of pages. Day 223: no response. Maybe the radio is broken... Day 227: a storm hit. The winds were fearce. I hit in a apartment building, many blankets and canned foods were found. Day 230: no response Day 235: my knife is very dull now, I picked up one more when in the Walmart so I am good, but I will keep the old one because Erin gave me it before I left the shelter. Day 241: no response Day 246: no response. The wind sounds like it is whispering its stories to me. Day 252: my gas mask broke. I need a replacement quick or the spores from the trees will kill me. Day 260: I can not find a replacement mask. Day 274: Someone finally responded!!! Their voice sounded like a girl in her late 20s or 30s. She is headed to where I am, but it might take a while due to her being in what seems like New Jersey. I will keep tight in Georgia, the winter will end soon. Day 289: I haven't touched my face in so long. I'm only 24, yet I feel so old. I need to cut my hair, o haven't cut it since I was 19. Day 300: I found a new notebook! (Very exciting) And since I was in an apartment building, going threw the rooms were 100% on my list. I found a shelf full of odd figures in one room. They are apparently called "hatsune Miku". Day 346: the woman finally arrived!!! She was on a horse, very pretty one too. It was white with almost gold like strands of hair in its tail. The women's name is Jenny, but she tells me to call her Jen. Day 347: Jen found a new gass mask for me. It was a weird feeling putting on a mask that wasn't mine, but at least the spores are not a problem. Day 349: jen's favorite color is yellow, like the flower she keeps in a jar. The jar had some type of syrup to keep the flower frozen. Day 350: we captured another horse. I did get hurt trying to tame it though. It will be mine from today. I gave it the name of "Scott " in tribute to the singer. Day 426: jen's lips are soft despite a scar running from her left cheek to her chin. Ever since the kiss, she has been very close to me, but I don't mind. Day 827: we made it to the space station. Ots mostly baron with paper scattered everywhere. We will camp out here. Jen cut her soft black hair again, but this time she kept it a little longer. Day 420: today is a day where I am supposed to indulge in marijuana, but no wild marijuana plants are safe to smoke anymore, they will give me dysentery. Day 768: that damn cat bit me. I knew it was a bad idea to keep it around, but it was cute and Jen seemed to like it. Day 787: the injury is getting worse each day, the cut was red at first, but now it is swollen and purple. Day 828: Jen helped me care for my wounded leg, we might need to cut it off, the infection is getting worse. Day 830: the rest of the people from the shelter successfully made it. We throw a small funeral for the ones that didn't thought. I'm sorry Erin, you were the best friend a woman could ever have, like a brother to me. Let you and Finn meet in the afterlife. Day 875: the space craft is ready. We can finally leave this fucking shit bag of a planet. I hope mom is okay. Day 898: We have taken off 4 days ago, the space craft is quite huge so the 27 of us can live comfortably. We have shared rooms, I share one with Jen. Day 923: Mars has been getting closer each month, or are we getting closer? I don't know, but we will arrive in the next 4 months. Day 1002: I have been in quarantine at the United nations space control center. I have not been able to see Jen or our baby, Carmen. Well, Jen is still pregnant so it's either see both or none. Day 1013: They let me see Jen threw a glass wall. They need to keep her for a few more weeks because she is pregnant. I hope both my girls come out safely. Day 1074: This will most likely be my last day writing. I have written over 1000 pages, all filled with things I have done on Earth and some when I was on Mars. The people from the shelter all have found new pations3and hobbies they want to pursue, I work at the space control center, giving them information about Earth and make new inventions that make our lives better. Jen and Carmen both are healthy and we have a another baby on the way. My mother sadly passed a month ago, but I still remember all the things we did and I am still grateful she game me locations to the shelter after we got separated. My prosthetic leg is slowly becoming more like a real leg now that I have added a heating system in it to make feel warm to the touch. Everyone from the trip gather 2 times a year. It was nice seeing familiar faces. I feel happy and warm. My time on Earth was like a living hell, months without any human contact, or at least no living humans. I'm so grateful of the people in the shelter allowing me to stay and grateful Jen heard my call threw the radio. When I was younger, I thought there would be a second chance for Earth, but I see now that it is beyond repair. Goodbye horrible memories on earth, goodbye Erin and Finn, the best brother figures a girl could ask for, and goodbye notebook, you helped me threw one of the toughest times of my life. And goodbye to who ever read my notebooks. I hope they were a good enough story for you to read about. This has been Abigail V Perez. Goodbye friend. May we meet each other soon, I want to hear your stories from earth.
this is really great and the song in the background makes this story feels more real. thank you for the amazing writting, random stranger. this deserve more likes
@@rjt201 i will remember you your blanket is comforting once i will accept that i an living alone becouse i hurts too much to love someone that doesnt core it is better to be alone than being with people wich make you feel alone keep; up the good things best wishes
I kinda miss when the comments on these videos were like, cool/creepy/creative short stories or poetry... now it's all just "oh wow this track about a post-apocalypse made me think about the pandemic" yeah we all know that, if I wanted to hear more about the pandemic I would be watching the news. maybe, just maybe, I came here to take my mind off of it? And maybe I read the comments hoping that people would be talking about *anything* else? That being said, very nice work as always, Cryo Chamber :)
Probably because they're really scared, or tired of quarantine, and just want some space to express themselves or find some empathy. I understand people complaining about this, but we are free to type whatever we want here. It's okay, we're all struggling at some point.
This chNell is about create more od the same.. fear.. or make us used to it.. or something " sexy" or just normal.. something that is coming.. this is with craft or mental manipulation
Tyson wandered the creek to clench his thirst with some fresh stream water He swiftly moved along trodding past withered corroding tree trunks and scattered wood He could not feel the cool soft morning dew on his skin, the air was thick and foggy At the heart of the forest there was no more stream. Just over the horizon he had spotted what he believed to be a water pump. Only, it was a high tech oil refinery pump. Puking at it away, the only interesting thing he seen all day. Come to think of it, he had not seen anything else that day. He came back the way he came with his throat sore and lips chapped only to realize at a right turn that those withered trunks and bits of wood were not actually from trees. They were corpses. And suddenly the thick foggy air had consumed him and he stayed trapped like the trees.
I really want to be somewhere in a world like this for at least one day. Like... yeah... I don’t want to leave family and friends completely, but I really want to be alone in this humongous world. This really just gives me nostalgia for some really weird reason... but I ain’t complaining
I think i understand what you mean. Just exploring a vast world with no one telling you what you can and cannot do. Just alone with your thoughts trying to see what you can find.
Honestly, it feels better for me. I get hazard pay, people thank me, I get more hours, I can pay bills and not worry about being homeless. I kind of feel guilty when customers come up to me and tell me stuff about loosing their jobs.
We were two silhouettes, petty in contrast with the star ocean, walking through the sand that filled the Void. In this place, this which I called my home, wind had taken the throne as the apex predator, stealing the Hollow Wolves from their terrifying crown. Storms would come from time to time, erasing the pathetic traces of life that had so much fortune to be in their path, probably ignorant to the blessing of a death with no lost purposes. But even for the element that gave a slight sense of movement to this frozen hell, to this cadaver of a world, to this sad echo from an old fallen victim to humanity, even for wind there was way too much space to run through. In one of the few chances when absolutely nothing could be perceived but our steps in the sand, the Master would stay quiet for a minute, seemingly gazing upon something my eyes couldn't perceive. With a deep breath, and a bittersweet expression sliding through his old face, he would say... "And to think, dear pupil, that we had touched the stars, seen the borders of the universe and conquered the limits, but we couldn't keep the place that gave birth to our possibilities... This is, Okarin, but the begining. A proof, that the keys for eternity and the seals in our souls, weren't to be found in the abyssal vastness from the star ocean. It was always within us, an absolute purpose. But we were prisoners from our very own ambitious knowledge, and now, it could be way too late to develop our bond with this agonizing being that gave us home in it's womb, even after all the indifference. This silence, this Void. This will be, the electricity to guide the machinery of our evolution. Our spirits are the catalysts, and the prize for our research... May as well be, the last hope for this forsaken planet." And so we kept going, while I stared at the moon, swearing that a silver maiden smiled while observing our pilgrimage through the desert. Our odyssey through the Void.
Same, i get a strange sense if Nostalgia every time i listen to this, which is weird because this came out in 2020 and that wasn’t exactly the best of years.
Found this mix during beginning of the pandemic right after having escaped a busy capital in favor of the country side to take care of my parents and to run away from covid. It perfectly captured both the silence in the area, and the silence in society as everyone waited for things to return to normal for nearly two years.
nos·tal·gia /nəˈstaljə/ noun a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.
Don't know about you guys but this music is so good and relaxing that when I paused it I had to fade it out with the volume button cause I couldn't manage such an abrupt separation
There's a thunderstorm outside tonight. I'm currently standing on my chair, looking out to the sky, rain pouring down on the roof tiles. I have my headphones in, but I almost can't hear the music. This is my form of bliss, and nothing can change that, and I'd cry for if I could cry on command.
how do I relate to this moment, yet it's so uniquely yours? you almost can't share those (usually short lived) existential glimpses into yourself with anyone, yet it's enough just to describe what you were doing on the outside for me to enter your perspective and fill the gaps with my own thoughts and experiences.
Entry Number 1 Before Horizon, I was something of an innovator. At least, as a hobby. For my actual job I was a sewer worker. I would craft small inventions that I thought were interesting. Nothing really came of it. However, the ability to put things together (and take them apart) proved extremely useful once Horizon hit. There were no survivors, as far as I knew. I was lucky enough to be in a sewer tunnel, far enough underground to not be harmed. I've been able to survive... so far. I was able to make some sufficient gear for scaling the now ruined shells of skyscrapers to get supplies and materials. I was even able to make a sort of broadcasting system that plays music. A sort of final radio station, if you will. There's only one problem... well, besides everything. At night, somewhere, I swear I can hear something. It sounds like a voice. It doesn't scream, or even seem to be talking to anyone. But it just talks about... something. I'm not sure what though... I hope I'm not going crazy.
Sometimes I believe we never value the moment, but when we look back we realize the extent of our experiences with full nostalgia. Memories seem to be more alive and real than the moment we experience them.
A small meow what all that was heard in the empty expanse that lay where the buildings once did. The Man went looking for the meek attempt at a cry for help, the ceaseless noise, the unending chirp of a small kitten. Once the man came upon the kitten, He noticed on their collar there was a note tied with a black ribbon: "You're alive and well. For whatever reason, you're still here. Against all conceivable odds, against all logic and reason, the utter nonsense that is your mind exists at this particular point in time, inside your particular body, nd you are now holding this note in your hand. You nade it here, however that may have been, so make sure you get somewhere else" read the note, in a strangely familiar handwriting. The kitten meowed again as the man picked it up. "Well then, you'll be needing a name. Let's call you... Ty. Good. Now let's get going, Ty. We have nowhere to be, but we must get there safely."
Whoa, I noticed there were breaks in the video track and thought it was broken, then I saw the artist name and track for each separation. I didn't even know that was possible until now!
When the sensation of sinking into the pit that is my life grows too be too much for me, I return here and listen to deliver me from chaos. I return ever more frequently and I cannot tell if things in life worsen or I grow less able to cope. Either way, I am grateful to have what seems to me to be a brief moment of stillness and tranquility before the deafening noise resumes.
I don't know if there is people around here anymore. I come here to leave an epitaph to my old me. If somehow in the past you can read this. Today i saw the thumbnail of this video and felt an incredible feeling of serendipity. Two years ago, i remember listening to this the last thing just before a terrible depression/OCD episode hit me, the worst of my life. I was 3 months in pure hell, unable to get out of bed, one year or more to recover with meds and therapy. But i have a good memory of this video. I feel it was the last stop before the death of an old me. The last island before the abyss, and that was it. A last and soft comfort before the claws of pain ripped my soul. A light of vain hope but hope nonetheless. It was literally the empty world of a disappearing civilization. Somehow, i never returned. Im somebody else, somehow. And this was the sound of my old soul dying.
💔 RIP Cesar Alexandre aka Mount Shrine/Mount Hibiki/Lindsheaven Virtual Plaza. :´( Thank you so much for your transcendental, otherworldy, soothing and soul-healing music. 🙏 We will miss you and your music dearly. Rest In Beats. 🙌
It's a sad year, the feelings Lindsheaven envokes through his music are, transcendent to say the least. The feelings differ from person to person, but overall the same nostalgic, blissful melancholic touch resides, deep within the sound. This is the only artist who I will actually miss. The creations left behind will serve as guides to my life. This music, (the artist specifically) awakens what I'd call my "real self" & I gain a sense of what seems to be some kind of existential direction. Weird how music can make us feel.
I dream about sitting next to you, in our cabin in the woods, on a rainy day, the mood is like this playlist, we drink tea and speak about what color the sound of the rain would be if we were to paint existence itself
Dear future self, I know that you're looking back on this comment and you're feeling a humongous amount of nostalgia. I know you know how much pain you used to be in constantly. When things get overwhelming, I want you to remember how hard it was when you made this comment. The pain and suffering that school had put you through, the heartbreak, the loss, the grief, I want you to remember the pain. Don't look at it as a moment of weakness, but as a moment of growth. Those moments that you didn't want to breathe or move anymore, you pushed past it and now you're here. I know you've gone on to do great things, you're still here. Please stay strong my love. You're stronger than you think and give yourself credit for. Never ever forget who you are on the inside no matter what happens. Remember what makes you, you. You're no one's property. You have no responsibility to no one but yourself and your family and close friends. You're beautiful and powerful. Whatever you're going through currently, there's nothing you can't handle. I love you sososo much. Stay strong. Sincerely, Your Past Self :) *Edit*: Wow, I honestly forgot I made this comment but thank you for the likes! As someone who is graduating high school in 2 weeks, it’s crazy to see how fast things have changed. Hope all of you are well. :)
I wrote a story to this ambient music. This story has very little editing and was really just a free flowing memory and feeling that got typed in notepad. These chains that bind us aren't even real. They break you down until you're an empty shell of a person. Then you discover hopelessness. It breaks you down slowly until the will to live is almost extinguished. The feelings of hopelessness can be crippling in the day to day life. You try to fight everyday but nothing really changes. That feeling when life doesn't make it fair for an overthinker. Someone who cant turn the thought process off. The way the brain never stops thinking or processing even when you're sleeping. Waking up in a panic and being alone. Wondering how long its been since you made a rational thought, a rational sentence or any form of critical thinking? What is the meaning of life? What is serenity? solace? What are fields from the birds eye view? What is the willingness to change? Does anything really matter? Life is meaningless when you end up in the tomb of the forgotten. But aren't we all forgotten at some point? We struggle to reach out for human touch. Human contact. Someone to relate to and someone to share your life with. Seeking a togetherness that comes from a selfishness of not wanting to get left behind. The ol white picket fence analogy. To be loved and heard. Held with an invitation to understanding so you understand the consequences. The double edge sword of uncertainty strikes again. I'm tired. The lack of understanding can be heard a mile away. There's no point in trying to explain anything anymore. It has long since fallen on the deaf ears of reason. The deaf ears of tranquility. The deaf ears of solitude and the joys of screaming to be left alone. Its almost like You call out and call out but no one hears you. Its like no is listening. No one responds. No one hears you. You scream loudly but no one hears you. The desire to build something that cant be broken. Dreams of smoke and dust and noise. Dreams of being absent from life. Desperately trying to hear the radio but words between muddled by the crackles of static coming from the speaker. You hope to hear dead melodies of yesteryear. Trying to do the unthinkable but to no avail its just another day of misery. You cant give up but you struggle to keep a smile. Everyday you become more of an empty shell. Struggling to stay alive inside. People don't understand. Its too deep of a concept for them. Want to better yourself because maybe you can get a smile that way. The feeling of unending doom is strong. Time to find what hurt us and kill it. I have awakened in darkness but there's a faint light in the distance. My eyes....hurt to open. Hearing what sounds like a distant radio transmission. The voice sounds familiar if it could just be made out. However just as the transmissions started, they ended. Now there is silence. I will never identify the voice now. *clenching fist, ready to punch something* "I'm so sick of being this way!" The need to get up and figure out where I am is strong. I can't get up. My arms feel heavy as steel and don't move much. The radio starts up with the intermittent crackling again and I immediately don't feel so alone but then I must have passed out. I have once again awakened to find myself in the same place that's dark and damp but feels familiar now. Familiar....frustration....anxiety....emptiness....failure. It all starts to add up and after a while you start to get tired. The feeling of....joy....hollowness are starting to become the same. What the hell has happened . I'm not sure how much time has passed since I've been here. Wherever here is. In my minds eye? Is this a soul? Where did it come from? I don't know how I got here either. Is this what being dead is like? Nah death is more peaceful than this. Is this some kind of bad dream? Did I get hit? Everything is so blurry I must have a concussion. No more like a delusion of your former self. Everything is gone. Feelings....lost....unable to think clearly. I don't understand what's happening. I have memories of a past life. The nuclear family. Work. Driving. Love. Success. My children's laughter that made my life complete. I remember a city towering with sky scrapers and lush green trees and flowers all over the city. People were bustling in their daily lives to keep the world moving round and round. There are cars whizzing by and cutting the air. The fountain in the park was animated with flowing water that was crystal clear. The children's laughter was impossible to not embrace with a warm heart. The air was pure and clean. The laughing faces told a story of happiness and triumph. The world was working together for once. Human beings were being. But something has gone terribly wrong. The past has become a dying memory, the ebb and flow has brought news of the doomed world in a state of emergency. The clouds above are free. Free as the wind. The mourning star has risen in the north once again. Now the skyscrapers were dead and some were dying as I watched them disintegrate into dust and nothingness. The faces were not long for this world and have turned to stone. The air has begun to get stale and expire. No children's laughter and no warm hearts. The water has stopped flowing and animates nothing but a sense of death. The cars have become skeleton wreckage on the roads and highways. The people have all passed on with a despondency and a triviality. The morbidity of the landscape was exactly what you thought it would be. A post apocalyptic nightmare made in the depths of malediction. A world once filled with technological advancements and the greatest inventions and minds was now a wasteland. How did all this happen? Was a bomb dropped or something? Were humans being rotten? Yeah probably. They could do everything but get along. How do I know all this? What...was I. What AM I? I don't...feel like a machine. Can a computer feel anxious? No. It can't. The memories are flooding my mind but I cant quite make them out. Faces, places and memories I can't place are widespread and there's no sign of life anywhere.
You said you call out but nobody hears you? I hear you . God hears you. Psalm 54 KJV 2 Hear my prayer, O God; give ear to the words of my mouth. Jesus Christ loves you man. The world is getting crazy. ♥️ you can know you have eternal life♥️ 1 John 5 KJV 13 These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that ye may know that ye have eternal life, and that ye may believe on the name of the Son of God. 1 Corinthians 15 KJV 1 Moreover, brethren, I declare unto you the gospel which I preached unto you, which also ye have received, and wherein ye stand; 2 By which also ye are saved, if ye keep in memory what I preached unto you, unless ye have believed in vain. 3 For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures; 4 And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures: Romans 3 KJV 25 Whom God hath set forth to be a propitiation through faith in his blood, to declare his righteousness for the remission of sins that are past, through the forbearance of God;
love this, you beautiful writer. keep going. don't listen to anyone who tries to tell you otherwise. i can see your innermost thoughts have really connected to the song. simply incredible...
I think I'm the only one who at certain times of the day, especially in the evening, thinks about everything that surrounds us, the world, the universe, reflections on the existence of aliens, in short, astral and complicated things, together with this music.
amazing how you can think so outwardly , yet think inwardly enough where you believe you're the only person in the world who has thoughts like that. lol
Here is something that goes along with what you say : " Silence is not an absence of sounds, it;s the presence of yourself" - "le silence n'est pas une absence de bruit , mais la presence de soi"
Listening to this mix transports me back to that period when COVID first crept into our lives. In a weird, morbid way I feel somewhat nostalgic for that time in early 2020. Everything was changing. No one knew what to expect. It was the most "unknown" that most of us have faced in our entire lives; for a brief time our regular lives were uprooted and we were faced with the howling existential abyss and we didn't know how to react. For just a small, exhilarating moment in time the streets were empty, people stopped and looked around, and the hum of humanity died down. In a way, I miss it.
This comment is basically Americans realizing just how comfortable and mostly worry-free their lives were compared to the rest of the world before they faced an actual big problem with the pandemic lol.
No matter what I do, what I got or what I achieved I always end up feeling empty, lonely without any reason to live but still here, the world it's really empty for me. I just hope that one day my mind can change and think otherwise
or, instead of forcing yourself to feel happy, come to terms with how you feel, and come to understand, and then you may find something better than happiness: *peace*
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“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different?”
Remember guys
I think this is one of the reasons why I feel the time is geting faster
@@pedrohenriqueviana5596 Also when you were young,every year of your life is a huge percentage of your life so far.Once you´re like 20,1 year isnt as substantial as when you were 10 you know.
@@markschroder1663 Oh yeah, u said everything. I think is because when we were young we are growing/evolving too fast, so, 2 years makes a lot of difference; The childhood and the adolescence its a time of great learning in our lives, that is why its so precious i think...
Im 47, you can't imagine.
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How fast does it feel to get to that age, and would you give me some advice so that time does not pass so quickly?
When you live in the middle of nowhere, quarantine just means a few less lights on the horizon.
Lol
It's great in my opinion, finally I can see the stars even more clearly than before.
@@kagura7107 Agreed, although its a bit strange. I live near NYC; so I never see that many stars.
that's a goddamn beautiful sentence. thank you sir
Damn that sentence structure though. Beautiful
leaving a comment is like throwing a message in a bottle into the ocean
god i miss them
Except you can find a comment anytime, whereas a bottle will get lost even to you.
Comments are more like throwing a bottle into an eddy in a calm bay. It sticks around for days until you forget about it and it finally drifts away when you aren't looking.
And liking it is reading the message and throwing back out to sea.
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@@sarahguhl3071 but with an added tally mark of your choice :)
Our perception of time is a strange thing. I'm 27. The last 10 years feel like they could've happened yesterday. But my childhood memories feel so distant to me that I sometimes wonder if they're actually memories and not just dreams or another life I lived long ago.
What would you do differently if you were 17 again?
@@stickyschannel8497 just turned 26, god, I would do everything differently, enjoy my friends a lot more, be a lot more chill lol, shit, so much... I miss 10 years ago so much its insane
@@beto3e10 thank you for answering since this other guy did not.
By the way, I'm 17.
@@stickyschannel8497 dude, enjoy, time goes by faster by the year and you are at your apex pretty much, it takes an eternity for us to turn 18 but once you are done with high school and stuff you just blink and suddenly you are 26, just enjoy, like really take the time to just enjoy stuff and appreciate it, sometimes people forget that "now" will become a long lost memory too, you know? Just make lhe most of it!
@@stickyschannel8497 oh and it is my pleasure to talk to you my friend 🙏
The traces of radio transmissions are a really nice touch.
I can hear something about São Paulo (Brazil)
fits perfectly in a devasted and quiet world...
Echoes of a bygone age
It says atrium carceri in the radio
It really gives a feel of like, someone's there, but not where you are. A glimpse of contact without the hope of gaining it. You are alone.
Change the world. My final message.
good by e
"Be the change that you want to see"
@@itspurplepaw6163 *windows 95 startup sequence*
this is so beautiful...
@Sailor Friend ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨💫💫💫💫💫💫 this is what it sounds like
Nature is not mute.
It is man who is deaf.
-Terrence McKenna
take it easy, dude. but take it
I made a crap
~me
truth.
So true. We will destroy life here before enough of us get it.
@fenris You are the first person I have seen quote that, so there you go! You are famous now.
Lifeless Indoors is so good. Goosebumps. Gets me every time
RIP Mount Shrine
He's died?
@@joaquinvaleri7022Yes he died of Covid in 2022 unfortunately.
@@jodyrappin oh its so sad, just when i found out bout his music
If you feel happy inside and don't know why, then congrats, you've made it.
You think banging your head on a tree would as a exercise will make you better person?
@@IN-eb3lm No.
cool
its just chemical and biological balance
This quote is genius, thank you.
Chances are you didn't find this video- it found you.
Relax, enjoy yourself, and may good things come your way.
peace be with you, bro. energies really do attract.
you are a good man, thank you!
We both find each other in the middle of the road... So I can say hi to my brothers and sisters who came from the other side... Hi!
The caretaker brought me here
Well said. But I found it 😝. What’s your favorite album??
I listened to this a lot when drinking alone in the woods. Not good memories, but memories I’ll never forget.
The first comment here I can actually relate to.
let me make you company friend, maybe someday, we will drink together, and we will share our memories, our bad and horrible memories
Its those memories that keep me moving the good and bad made me who I am today
I listened to this while doing online school and I have to agree.
I know how low that is. I hope you're doing well, stranger.
having this mix get randomly interrupted by a chipper voice telling me about the new Amazon Prime deals is one of the most 2023 vibes i can imagine
Getting ads is like someone entering your room while having sex. Please install adblock, life is too short to constantly sacrifice your own small pleasure for nothing. When you die, nobody will remember and appreciate how many beautiful moments you spoiled for yourself because you didn't install adblock. Nobody will give you a pat on the back. And when you're old, you will only wish to go back in time, so you could hear that beautiful music again and daydream about wonderful places.
Spending only 1 minute a day on stupid ads is 365 minutes a year, or 6 hours a year. In just 12 years that's 72 hours (3 days). In 50 years you lose 2 weeks. Now imagine on your death bed, if you could trade that time for listening to music uninterrupted, and contemplate about life just a little longer.
@@twentytwo138 ++ i recommend uBlock origin, its open source, the best one, by the same guys behind the Brave browser
Firefox + uBlock Origin is your friend.
Ublock Origin gang. Look into that
Just laying in my room, listening to this, and dissociating. I welcome the void.
Hey, got some tea on the brew.
There's a spot right over the left side of the room where you can unwind.
Milk? Sugar?
@@absp2006 ah yes, 2 scoops please
@@MrChaotix22 Here's a cup with two sugar scoops. Enjoy!
W o k e
I would like to join the void club. Haven't had anything in a while ,to make the effort of moving front worth. :) Thanks!
I love this, it has somehow a Silent-Hillish feeling to it, it's like the Vaporwave of Pure horror.
Scrolled through the comments to see where the Silent Hill heads were at. xD Definitely inspired by it, awesome stuff.
First few minutes sound straight out of the first few minutes of Silent Hill 2.
Sounds like relaxing rain hitting a window to me. Like a soothing nap on a rainy day.
Hey ma che ci fai qui ahahhahhahha
Well said. These sounds are like the forbinger of some major doome & gloome approaching us.
The inevitable dark future is enveloping 🌏earth / plane.
One of the SEALS have been opened 🆙
Which one? I hear in the distance the pail horse is coming.
The time has come! ***
Get your acts ❤️together!!! Things will pass away. Your life as you new it has ended.
Be safe you all.0.0001%
I'm currently reading, playing post-apocalyptic videogames/books, is this a coincidence?...I think not, Thanks again Cryo!
The Bannered Lion any recommendations?
STALKER?
I'm stuck halfway of Emberverse. And planning a Larp inspired on it XD
The Stand by Stephen King is really good
@@MithrilFiend
>King
>Good
Pick one.
Rest in Peace, Mount Shrine.
Your vibes won't be forgotten
Gypsycrusader was a sad weak man and u are too
I had to research this after reading.... Moment of silence for those who walk the empty realm
well that sucks
Bro what no way 🥲
@@normified yes way. Mount Shrine has passed due to Covid.
it's hard to believe, but in reality, "dark" musicians are extremely cheerful people
good luck bro'
how do you know?
SGM909 Ambient Music And Other Stuff every human is wonderful.a lot of us are just stuck something i can‘t clearly explain.
I say
I'm one of those people. I'm an artist who dabs in "dark" themes with her artwork and at times can be a turnoff when I meet new people who ask about the work I do. Often, I'll be judged poorly right off the bat, but those who get to know me, or know me before they see my work, will quickly find out I'm naturally very positive and cheerful, more often than not you will find me with a smile on my face, even when bad things happen around me. Although I love color and other styles of artwork, there is something about works of art that pull out emotions like, loneliness, anger, sadness, and fear. It's hard to explain, but you are right, I think it's because we can find the hidden beauty of all emotions, even those that are deemed "bad" despite us all being human and having them.
Erica Clacher it’s because it’s an outlet I’m an “artist” that refuses to produce for the sake of anti-art but it takes its toll
Cant get a break from people talking about the virus I swear every comment section is the same
Average Alien yep me too.everyone is brainwashing us with their fears.i guess you‘ll have to stay away from the comment section for some time.or seperate yourself completely from the internet.go out to the nature, listen to it‘s beauty.
No
same here man, I miss when the comments were mainly cool short-stories/poetry inspired by the track, now it's just the same 'ol same 'ol...
Hey guys wanna talk about the virus? Sounds like it’s on your mind. 👀
@@ryg4895 that is because people in this situation will not shut up unless you tell them to. They dont know if youre hoping for them to shut up so you have to tell them
weird that we are all currently thinking and doing stuff and some day we just wont. our brain will shut off and we will just sleep forever without dreaming. eventually all human life will go out and all that will be left will be rogue radio transmissions transcending mortality.
It is indeed strange. A little scary, too.
What a terrifyingly bizzare and bizzarely terrifying thing to think about, innit?
But it's somehow so... Peaceful, as well. Just a cold universe, radiating the last of its energy and mass through possibly literally uncountable black holes in a possibly unmeasureably vast void. It brings fear into my eyes but somehow, also a smile to my face.
@@mateuszjokiel2813 I understand that feeling well. Well said.
@@mateuszjokiel2813 who knows what is the truth?
Weird indeed
I don't know why, but sometimes I love my sadness. That feeling, that you are the only one who understands yourself. Such an original feeling.
knowing that no one understands you and they never will is the loneliest feeling
@@rulerofthefrogs137 But it is true. Nobody knows, what is in your head.
Mark Isham's solo trumpet piece "That Beautiful Sadness" might be up your alley
you can have that feel without the sad my guy
sadness, mourning, its a very powerful mean to achieve high realms of spirituality
the first song is what it feels like to sit at the bottom of a pool
Okay
stanky leg, do it now
Feels like playstation
@@poopbutt6241 that’s what I thought too
@Illbrit Mayner mine is a ethereal dream world similar to space. I see it a lot when I sleep
Setting the useless radio down, he sighed and returned to his tattered bed to slump down and weep. No longer was it embarrassing; everybody was gone, after all. Now, it was merely a way of passing the time. Just a few months prior, eternal loneliness, to him, did not seem so bad. But isolation was truly shaping itself up to be completely unbearable.
The pitiful man wiped his eyes, knowing what he had to do... He could leave this world and finally render it completely empty.
However, as he stood on tall, strangely calm legs, a sound stopped his train of thought. A voice coming from the radio.
"Hello?"
Nice! :D
this is brilliant i love it!
You should write more. You’re really talented
i need to know more even tho the cliffhanger is already perfect for it
:)
"lofi hip hop radio - beats to relax/study to" has nothing on this one, man, I wasn't studying when I turned on this video, now I am, this put me in a goddamn _mood for studying_ which is not something I've ever experienced before
I want more I wouldn't call it music but yeah this really helps tune my brain for studying for some reason.
i absolutely feel you bro
SAME
i dont know how to describe it but it makes me okay with feeling lonely
otherwise i have to have a video in the background with people talking all day
Lo-fi really distracts me. This is ambient music and perhaps other styles that I do not know, this is more exact to concentrate and not get bored.
Personally, lofi gets me through a tough essay just fine, but I guess everyone is different.
This is the most calming bowl of honey bunches of oats I've ever eaten in my entire life.
😂🖤
Lol I love that comment. 👍
The cereal that is crunchy and jarring as hell to my jaw and my skull and is in no way calming (as far as cold cereals go)-but is very tasty nonetheless (as far as cold cereals go)-you mean that honey bunches of oats? 🙃
You're my honey bunch sugar oats, pumpy yumpy yumpkin, sskptrm skrptmm
That's unfair. Honey Bunches of Oats is innately calming.
This year got it hard for me. Depression, COVID, breakup from 3 years long relatioships, lots of pain and being hurted from people that surround me, and finally on holidays I'm being left alone... Last week I've been barely eating, had bad sleep, and drank way more than I should. I felt that it going to finish me soon. Yesterday I decided to stop, I'm gradually minimizing alcohol every day, dropped off from social media for a while (nobody even reaches out to me, people left me, and those who care find a way to call or text me without social media. also it hurts me more and wastes my time scrolling around), and started meditation again. I'm trying to go to bed earlier, and eat more, although my appetite is very low.
I hope I can do it, as I really thought if I don't stop it won't end well... and hope you guys stay out there safely.
I'm with you.
Hang in there, Sergey. You're not alone.
Hey Sergey, I hope you are better! We're with you.
Братиш, что за негатив? Всё будет хорошо. What is your IELTS score?
hang in there, friend! Hope this helps ruclips.net/video/cAeHAYgNxaE/видео.html
Being too self aware is lonely and terrifying
Meow.
@@KittyKat3-_-33 facts bro, you tell em
@Chocho believe in jesus and the gospel that is the deeper meaning you're looking for
especially when you're 12
@@rodentofthewoods679 Choose to believe? I can't make myself believe things. Try to believe the sky is green while staring at its blueness. You can't do it, and I can't believe your twisted fairy tale even if it gave me meaning.
Hey you, yeah. The one who survived and still hasn't found anyone. I'm sure you're not the last person on earth, even after whatever happened- well, happened. The mere fact that you are reading this (or even can read this) should be more than enough reason to keep looking. Survive. Keep pushing through. That's what we do, as humans. We are survivors. Whether that's in a literal physical environment or a deeper emotional or psychological level doesn't matter. The very meaning of existence itself is survival. If you look up into the night sky, the glimmer of trillions of stars, you'll see signs of survival too. No, I'm not talking extra terrestrial life. I'm referring to what we know about the war in the void as of 5/22/2020. Matter and mass, burning and flying around in the endless expanse. From a molecular level to the stars shifting and colliding up to a scale the human brain is incapable of properly visualizing... The globe is a crazy place. We're reaching a new page in the story of humanity, but I'd like to point out... When aren't we changing? This is just another step in a direction we don't know (except you, you have hindsight). Every day there's something changing, lives are lost, lives are beginning. We're geared to survive on a limited time. And you... Apparently you have access to the internet. So, I suppose if you've already learned to survive physically, maybe work on surviving emotionally. And that goes for anyone else reading this, before whatever happens, happens. Wake up to each day not as your last, but as your first, and start learning something new. Remember, survival is every bit of learning as it is doing.
This has been another random sub-comment on a random comment on a youtube video. I'll see you later. or not. :)
-AP
// Edit notes: Thanks to veno501 for the edit. Reads a lot better now, I only retained the original date as of writing from the original version. I love coming back to check on replies and insight. I'm glad this reached you, and I hope you are too.
Thank you!
Reading this while listening to this music is one of the most surreal experiences ever.
I feel like every person deserves to meditate these specific words while listening to this kind of music at leas once At the same time that I felt distant, I felt me feet on the ground, I felt the guilt and the responsabilities. Thanks for the words man, you made me think deep, you're awesome, hope you're doing well :)
Lowe Corp. I think I needed this. Thank you so much for this comment man. You are awesome!
Thanks for those words :)
This is what I listen at the gym. Everytime. It just makes me be the best as I can
i´ve been numb for so long that i dont even know if it´s me anymore
i feel you man
Hey! You can’t be anyone but yourself. I know what you’re going through but eventually, you’ll figure yourself out and it will feel like coming home. I promise.
1v1 me in Among Us
r/im14andthisisdeep
I thought i was the only one feeling this way
I dreamt I slept nestled among the bones of giants...
Intertwined with the soul of wind that remains defiant
@@nelson6657 I was so small... negligible
@@Daniel-tg8wm Or was it the world that had become so immense, so unbearable ?
I dreamt of laying in a puddle of rainwater in a corroded hole of a shoping centre parking lot.
@@j3nn8f3r I think I like yours better. It's a lot more relatable.
Wait, its all empty?
Always has been.
Buddhism intensifies
Listen here Nagarjuna. Any more of that and imma have an existential crisis
Fun fact: each time you recall a memory, something about it changes.
It's funny that the title is "Songs for an empty world;" as a kid, I believed (and still do, to an extent), that after death, your brain essentially puts your consciousness into an "aftercare" state due to the traumas of both life and death, and over time (if you aren't already), you'll become progressively more lucid with your initial blank slate afterlife. I'm not talking completely white, but your perception of the world, just empty; there's nobody else but you, and your own thoughts. I used to make playlists with this type of music because when I die, I wanted to populate my world with this somber, Silent-Hill like ambiance. It's nice to hear stuff like this again. Maybe the universe is giving me a sign. Maybe not. Who knows.
What a frightening yet lovely belief that is
That is the most profound thing ive ever read in my entire life.
Interesting idea
@Based G-man Better than this one, honestly. Also, I didn't say void. This is what I said:
"I'm not talking completely white, but your perception of the world, just empty; there's nobody else but you, and your own thoughts."
So the world as I know it currently, just me and myself. Eventually, it'd end up like a lucid dream, where you can pretty much do anything, so I'd be able to populate it once I knew how. I used to have (and still do) lucid/vivid dreams a lot and it takes me to better places than the ones that exist on Earth.
My playlists weren't necessarily all bleak. There were a lot of nice ambient and tranquil tracks on there, and some 90s jungle EDM. I wish I still had the playlist so I could link you. I'd like to think that my version of the afterlife is better than Heaven or Hell, where in one you praise the Lord all day and in the other, you praise Satan with your pained screams.
That's really interesting!
I think this nostalgic, almost scary, overwhelming feeling is what our ancestors felt when they spread throughout the world countless millenia ago. What you feel, at least I do, is a form of remembering. The forests, the caves and mointains, the bright sunny day and the old sacred night. All of that engraved in our souls, just like the old runes and stones. Have a blessed day fellow travelers
exactly... I feel like I can sense all of my ancestors through this
Yes, you explain it well.
There is nothing on earth like going for a long walk in the woods, and to spend a night under the stars next to a gently burning fire.
Yes! I feel the same!
the world was so big then
Sonder - Noun. The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.
this comment made me feel a way that I can't explain
@@claire.823
Let's make up a word for that feeling- we'll call it Sonderous.
@@thekeyandthegate4093 yes yes yes I love this comment section
Lol isn't that common sense? Idk maybe that's one of the reasons people are less understanding when it comes to others compared to themselves sometimes. Idk maybe I'm too young but surely we all know this?
@@sheeptaro2108 sometimes its hard to realize that people have lives just like yours. Idk its kinda weird
In a world bombarding us with information, expectations, obligations and useless drama, we find ourselves longing for these gentle pulsing drones.
An album listened to by a million people, is a million different albums.
so facts thats the beauty of music.
Beautiful words🙏♥️
I like that. Is that yours?
@JAYDEN HERRERA we get it. You cant get laid.
@@frankcastle604
There's no benefit of getting laid for just soulless lu st. True love doesn't exist. Especially in this society.
If I can't find the perfect one for me, then I'll stay a virgin, and die one. Inter course is meaningless without passion, emotion... love.
You may think I'm saying perfect literally, but no. Perfect doesn't have to be flawless. Someone out there has flaws, but she'll be perfect for me in the end. However, that is going to take time. And a human life only lives for so long. It'll take too long to find the one for me. Which is why I guess I'll die alone, and that's perfectly fine.
If that's the way the fate has it. Then I'll accept my fate. I'm just a human. I'm insignificant in this vast universe as we're all irrelevant in the grand scope of the universe.
This music has a pretty interesting effect on all people. Personally, I felt something distant, memories of nature and loneliness. About how beautiful the landscapes of the morning forest are from a bird's eye view. As I lie in the middle of the cool grass in a small clearing surrounded by dark fir trees. Special color of grass and lighting. Calmness. Like a dream. Everything is too familiar. Everything is... I don't know how to describe this feeling. It’s like I’ve returned to my true home. But not the house in which I was born and raised, but different. I would like to stay here and so that time stands still forever.
It's a wonderful place. We all one day return home.
Sounds like a dose of hiraeth to me
You recognized yourself in the things outside of you. Yourself, without the labels.
If we accept Jesus as our savior we will have heaven for all of eternity he died for our sins our imperfect you and me and everyone should go to hell because of the wrong we did but He paid the price Jesus paid it all Its all over but not everyone will be saved you have to accept him and change stop sinning and believe in his plan for us read his word pray I want to see everyone on here in heaven hell is worse than you think its endless torture forever trapped un the lake of fire with demons torturing you when you die it's too late to say to God I'm sorry and I repent no salvation is now we may never have another day on this earth but Jesus promises heaven if you believe in him Amen
@@guillaume5450 holy mother of run-on sentence
that is just... bruh
In an empty world, songs are no more needed than the rustling of leaves under your shoes. But the rustling of leaves becomes song, anyway.
Mind if I use it in my book? It sounds so beautiful, I love it!
This mix is already so nostalgic it's crazy
"It's time to sit down and remember how much we've forgotten"
- edgy teenager
It is time
There's so many things we forget all the time. So many things that stray away from the surface. Memories, skills, experiences.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a loop of relearning the same things that I've learned before but have just forgotten to think about.
@@Astridz Especially childhood. All my life I try to remember how the real world feels like. And how to be happy just because I woke up in the morning and have a whole day ahead.
insert edgy quote here
Every teenager
somehow this makes me hate living in a desert town even more. i just want to walk in to the woods and get lost listening to this.
I'm reading this five months later surrounded by a snowy night in the midwest. I wouldn't mind wandering around in the desert now lol
I'm reading this in an English suburb and wishing there was any kind of large wilderness to get lost in
My dad died in 2015.
My stepdad changed forever and went away due to the same thing that took my dad; a stroke.
My mother lost herself. Dementia.
I have been depressed and felt cold for over 23 years of my life.
I am 32.
I have no reason to be here.
I have been climbing a gray concrete wall surrounded by a black abyss my entire life.
I see this wall in my head.
I feel it.
The structure. The smell.
Sometimes I am completely immobile... just hanging there... staring at the forever too far away edges that dissapear in the darkness....
There is no way up or down that I will ever reach...
Im not even alive...
Its just me... the abyss... and that cold, rough, concrete wall...
bro why are you telling strangers on the internet this lol
@@furbog1929 if you have nothin good to say why comment lol xd 🤣
All these comments lead me to one inescapable conclusion; our fears reach out into the dark and are met by the fears of others, and all are overcome by hope, and transform into love. In this thread I see those who use their own fear as a way to reach out and help others. It's so beautiful. Bless you all.
wow, this was beautiful.
For so many, who have no clear path in life, nothing to look forward to, and little to look back to, the world may as well already ended. What difference is there in a soul wandering without purpose in a modern city or a future wasteland, other than the nearness of the next meal? Either way they live in an empty world. Hopefully they can one day accept purposelessness but for most that will not be the case.
You’re the one who makes the purpose, not this “God” or your companions ,but You, and primarily you only.
(Why did I post this?)
Meaning is in the things you don't know yet or in the things you think to know already but you do not know fully, some new discovery or realization can change your life completely
For 69 years I've wandered this earth, and in going across many forms of music, find the greatest minds dwell here...
I still havent found my purpose i get paid well but i hate my job and becomming more depressed now we are all forced to sit inside our homes
Endymion766 it‘s up to you people how you view the world.and it‘s up to every one of you to change your view on the world.alone.on your own.only you can change your view.get conscious.
The wind blows behind him, moving his long cloak. it's completely silent. The leftovers from a cilivization that disappeared without expectation. Yet everything seems to be normal. It's this silence that is making him shiver. So many people used to live here, and now...not a single soul. The massive towers of glass and steel are slowly decaying, the vegetation was conquering this place. He stopped and looked around. He started to hear noices, loud noices, people talking, he even heard his name. He looked everywhere, but, there was nobody. Was he becoming insane? The sounds were becoming louder. He fell on his knees. His arms tried to reach for something, his lips were moving, trying to say a word, a name, but he was unable to speak. unable to move. A sudden weight started to push him down, even more sounds started to reach his ears, it was a pure chaos. He wasn't sure what was happening. What terrifying fade had got to the people here, he thought. His strongest desire was to leave, to leave this crooked place, to leave this empty world. Suddenly he heard a voice, a voice calling his name. Something was different. The voice was kind, it was telling him not to give up, his journey hasn't even started. This is just that, what remained from the people here. This was just something new, but at the same time something known to him. He knew those sounds, he was able to recognize them. He has already been here before. Then it got him. With all his force he was albe to stand, but still in wiggling feet. The sounds were fading. it was silent again. The emptiness of this world had dragged him down for a minute. He continued his journey.
@Finn yes
holy hell this is amazing
Walking through empty cities, neighborhoods, markets, airports....you're the only human you know of that's alive and around. Spent so long in self-imposed solidarity that now you wish you could see people again. You now spent time wishing to trade all of that to see another, even the glimpse of another living person.
It's been a decade now since you woken up one day to being the only person in the known world. It wasn't until 5 months into the true lonely life that you'd even love to see the people you hid from.
Walking through streets, along the long lines of cars, many with full tanks yet. Sleeping in a new bed every night. Eating the food the vanished left behind before it's rotted and gone too. What you cannot finish, you feed the few birds and insects and animal life left. It haunts you that even they were few in number and decreasing.
Electricity lasted for a few months, until you had to rely on vehicles, batteries, solar panels, hand crank devices and generators for any electricity, but it didn't take long for the need and interest in power to wane. All radio is silent. Nothing on tv anywhere. No internet. The most you've done is go around, booting people's computers to see if they have music, videos, anything to remind you of the people gone.
10 months into this new, lonely world, after learning how to grow a vegetable garden you ditched your rifle and pistol, realizing you won't need them. There's no one to be a threat to you and even the carnivorous animals have dwindled in numbers. Walking, biking, driving from city to city. Beginning to see the fur and bones of animals. You try to feed any you encounter, or at least leave food out for them, hoping to retain any life you possibly can.
Your siblings to picked on you enough to give you insecurities, you long for them. Your parents whom you also had a rocky relationship with. The former friends that had become enemies. The enemies themselves you wish you could see again.
This new world you're in has also stripped you of all of your insecurities and little things you felt were life altering and bad. It has faded away a lot of issues you had. Unfortunately, the good is beginning to fade 2.3 years into this life. Hope is fading like the refrigerators full of dried, dusty mold, the empty houses, the empty cars, the empty amusement parks, the beaches, the malls, everywhere. All empty, dried up, dusty.
You realize how much you've changed. Having climbed to the top of a ferris wheel to eat. You look at your bag, realizing it's a basic backpack. No longer designer bags you used to hold in higher importance than your life. Your shoes are basic running shoes, no longer designer shoes that you used to in debt to get. Clothes are plain, a bit practical. The expensive, designer, "high class" clothes you filled your life with...even wearing for less than a season and moved onto more new clothes as the old sit in your closet, all of those don't matter to you anymore. Nothing matters compared to the hope of seeing even just one more person. None of it matters as much as your deep internal struggles of missing everyone, the very people you isolated your from. Even now, 3 years into the desolate world, you cannot admit to yourself that you miss people. You can admit that so much is trivial compared to having people around. You just can't yet admit that you miss them.
Having almost unlimited resources, you've learned how to do many things. Operating machinery. Manual transmission. Lift heavy things with a seesaw motion of weight on one end lifting the other so you can place blocks under it until the heavy object is high above the ground and supported. It took you a few days and some callouses but you did it. Even 4 years of this, you can still go to any car and either drive it until gas runs out or you siphon the gas out. You used to like that one BMW car you had 2 years ago but when it finally hit you that you have ALL of the options, you no longer have a preference, only that it can drive.
You still jog and run. Your device, your multiple microsd cards full of music, audiobooks, lectors, people's home videos, anything to listen and relive other people's moments and lives. It's the closest you'll ever had to having someone with you again.
As you run alongside rivers and streams and roads and all kinds of scenery spots, it also finally hit you that the air, the skies, the water, all so clear. It's been like that for a long time, you just haven't noticed until now. 5.5 years later. At the end of this day, you'll swim in the river you ran beside, then take a bath when you find a place you want to sleep in. You're surprised there's still plenty of fish. You still filter your water, even though you have it in the back of your mind that it's not as necessary anymore. You don't take a risk though.
Nighttime, you often find the tallest building in whatever city or town you're in to lay on the rood and stargaze. Night skies are so clear, no light pollution that even within year 1, the night sky never looked so vivid and to this day, it's so clear. Sometimes you even sleep on the roof.
6.5 years later, cooking a fish over a campfire, you listen to music from your teens that no longer makes you cringe as you can feel the joy from them again without any fear of ridicule or guilt or anything from others if they knew you still liked it. Adding lemon pepper to the salmon you caught while you sing along to the pop music playing from a stereo powered by the current car you're driving. Appreciating everything as you go. Even after every song, every movie, every person's home video, you thank them for it. Thank them for leaving a piece of the human spirit for you to partake and enjoy. Sometimes you pretend they're made for you, sent from a friend long, long ways away.
There are many areas you avoid. Even though it's been 8 years since, some places such as nuclear facilities for power and another products no longer have anyone to maintain them so every nuclear facility has degraded and blown up and leaves telling signs that it's not safe in that particular area. Nothing but scars upon the purer, cleaner Earth.
9 years into the solitary world, the foliage overtaking almost everywhere. So much that buildings grown over look like green hills and mountains. Sometimes it's hard to drive around as some tree roots damage the paved roads. You prefer trucks and SUVs for the last few years. You prefer homesteads and farm lots than cities and towns, but you'll sleep where it's convenient. For the last few years, you start off your mornings honking car horns and shooting off guns, hoping that if there's a chance someone might be alive and near to hear the noise. Nighttime you set off fireworks and sometimes have big bonfires. Not a day goes by where you don't have something playing. A movie, music, lectors, audiobooks on repeat. 9 years and as you look through people's computers and phones you still get surprised at what you find, adding to your collection. Greeting them as if they're a person, saying that you're pleased to have them.
10 years into the big empty world, you've been almost everywhere in the North American continent. Hope is almost dry and turned to dust. Adding the last of the fuel canisters onto a boat as you are about to set towards across the ocean, towards the next continent. Looking around, actually becoming emotional, leaving like you're something behind, like you're leaving friends behind. You don't know why you cry but you don't stop yourself. Beginning of summer hot days, you start the engine, you turn on your stereo, playing somber music. You feel like saying sorry. Why? And to whom do you think it towards? You don't care, you don't stop yourself from feeling anything, you let it happen and permeate. You keep yourself alive and human and full of emotion and clinging onto hope.
Pulling the lever, making the boat drive off away from mainland as you keep your eyes on it. Breathing hard, allowing yourself to let go, feel scared again and to accept a new adventure elsewhere. Even as the mainland has vanished from sight, you keep looking for a few more moments before looking ahead. Ahead towards another new life, another new world.
Maybe this time I'll find someone.
I hope...
Thanks to Atrium Carceri for including us in this mix. Wishing all followers of this channel safety, peace and strength.
this is the most philosophical comment section i have ever encountered.
Favorited this page just because of the philosophical love being spread haha
These are good too (and so is the music):
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Maybe it's for you, greetings.
Basically /im14andthisisdeep
*cringe
@@nofanealbni OoOo the edge lords have come
I've lost all my friends from the stress of the lockdowns. The last one just completely stopped speaking to me and made me feel like shit. Im not on good terms with my family and now I'm the last person I know.
You know just cody? Lol get it? 💪😎
Hi Cody. My name is Marc, Want to be friends?
@@mcspazotron sandvich is best friend one can have. Hmmmm, heavy feels funny
@@JiMMy-xd8nu ok, sorry and have a good day
@@JiMMy-xd8nu you didn't need to delete your reply as well...
Go to a basement, turn off all the lights and listen to this. You lose the sense of time and space. Magical and transcendental feeling.
Checkpoint;
people think the ocean is scary, and I honestly have no reason to disagree, however, it's comforting in a way. the earth is far from completely explored, and what lurks beneath the water is not completely known either. the unknown can reveal and hide many things simultaneously, and it's up to us to decide whether or not we find comfort in that. whether we're afraid of it because it knows something we don't, or to welcome it so we can learn more. even though I visit it often, whatever lurks beneath the waves has yet to reveal it's secrets to me. I can hear them calling my name, asking, no, begging to escape, for me to help them. yet, I can't do anything about it. the most I can do is stay by the water, listening to them, just to let them know they're being heard. I will stay here. listening, and waiting for something to happen. that is the most I am capable of.
Saved. 7/25/2020
they are pretty chill when you know them
That gives me Death Stranding vibes with the whole Beaches and oceans for the dead.
Beautiful piece of written art. Thank you for sharing it. I read it during the first song and wow. It moved me so.
:)
i think the monsters, while plentiful, various, and more deadly than average aren't much compared to the water
beautiful
Try listening to this while exploring old minecraft worlds of yours its a truly nostalgic experience :)
*sigh* How I wish I could explore my old Minecraft worlds. They were deleted a long time ago when it was still called Minecraft Pocket Edition. The app was updated and they were wiped in the update. Thankfully I can still walk them in my memory. It just would be quite enjoyable to see them without imagining. Thank .ou for inspiring their memory again.
omg you reminded me of simpler times, several years back on an older computer where I had about a thousand worlds that are now deleted and never to be recovered. The things I would do to get those worlds back...
@@dann3bro412 All these moments will be lost to time like tears in the rain :,)
@@dann3bro412 Or my selfmade songtracks that got lost and never were backed up or released
No thank you.. h
The current date is the fourteenth day of the first month of the year twenty-twenty one. The time is 4:55 pm PST as i write this. I hope that to whomever may read this message, in whatever time or place or situation you are in, that you are well. I wish the best for whomever may or may not read this. Time is almost up and we are almost at the inevitable. Do not fear whatever may come but rather, embrace it. Whether peace or war, the world will continue on. Until it goes out with either a bang or a whimper.
8/2/2021 Local time: 22:37 (+1 Timezone)
Thank you, random passerby. Life is, and it will go on until it has to end. For now we rely on us, on the energy surrounding us to keep everything going on. Farewell, traveller. See you sometime up there
@@ericsito52 12 February 2021. 21:28 PST. Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you. Deuteronomy. Things are OK for now. Regardless of what you lose faith in, always maintain faith in God.
05/03/2021 time: 16:53 UTC+1
I was here.
furry
@@MultiDerpe One of these things is not like the others...
i love the green so much, all the green...
Sometimes, being the first one is the same as being totally alone.
Because there is nothing behind you, and you don't know if there will be something ahead.
Isn’t weird how we are all born with no problems and how we’re all innocent but as we grow we learn more and more about our lives and then we later become depressed and the you are laying awake in your bed at 3am and you hear the question “who knew that I would grow up to be like this?”
@Silvio Berlusconi Because we have less problems to worry about. The people in the past, like you said, worried about their life and what or if they'd eat tomorrow, but now such things aren't as common. We are educated and know more about the world around us and how terrifying it can be because of the internet.
Maybe later generations will be even more depressed, but we'll have to wait a few decades.
problems are the point of life, overcoming them
Because Knowlege itself is the Scar on the Mind. To be aware is to be damned.
Back in the good old days unwanted babys would just be left to the pigs and adults touched children. Outsiders were not just bullied, but just murderd and thrown into the river.
If it didn't happen behind closed doors it was just ignored and normalized. And that made it, to those people, non-existent.
This is why it feels like the world gets worst. We acknowledge and call out, which makes it real. We start to truly prevent while in their eyes we are the sole reason.
What's the difference between a problem not existing and looking away? Until you look at it they are the same.
We looked. And we paid the price. But to find true healing and real progress we must be better than those who came before. It ruined our Lifes and we would do it again. Because it, simply put, is the only correct answer.
Let them rot, those who walked past the hand reaching up to them. Let them laugh about us. Let them think they are better. Their opinion holds no meaning. Their words are as empty as their souls. And when harvest comes, we will still be here and they will not.
@Silvio Berlusconi as a French myself, fighting other french remains an important part of my life.
Oh I sure know that feeling
I hope everyone watching this stays safe and healthy. I haven't seen people outside my family in weeks, and it's getting to me. Crazy times, crazy times.
I live alone in an apartment. With everything going on, I only really interact with someone in person once or twice a week. Sometimes several days will go by where I don't leave the apartment and I don't even realize it. This pandemic hit just as I was coming to terms with social anxiety and becoming comfortable with interacting with strangers in public. When this is all over, I'm going to get out there and just start asking girls out on simple, casual dates, no fucks given.
I really hope you get out there soon too. A lot of people are loosing their minds. Maybe once public gatherings start opening up, people are going to be a lot more friendly, just because of how starved for human interaction they are.
Hang in there @Just a Jumbled Reviewer & @Palindrome. I know this sounds cliché, but everyone is lonely together at this time (and many of the people who live with someone are beginning to wish they WERE alone!) This won't last forever, and in the meantime we have other means of connecting with others. Stay safe you guys :)
well its nature and earth itself rebalancing world, its clear that there is way too many people in world, pollution and waste... look how cities are clean now after few months of humans dont interfering
@@NostalgicMem0ries What a defeatist attitude.
@@viceroy___ how so? im not defeated or surrender by any means, im just saying what is obvious, most countries report amazing air and water clarity recently, animals coming back to places they were pushed our cause of cities and humans presence. I would say my view is more like nature attitude based. Less people = less wars, less crime, less pollution and many other good things.
This image of an alive but empty world along with the accompanying music is hauntingly beautiful. Thank you, this makes me feel at ease.
I don't know why, but this playlist makes me feel more alive than anything I've ever listened to. it makes me want to love and cherish everything. I felt quite sad and melancholic this morning, but these sound tracks have triggered something within my mind and soul.
I feel.
Alive....
Therefor you are
We can force millions to leave their families, wives and kids at home for weeks, months, years...knowing that many won't come back. Haa... it's funny how disposable human lives are to government "in the name of war" sending millions to certain death or to kill millions more...but here we are today, no questions asked, locked away, forced away from our families, from human connection, from connection to the outside world and for what? You truly believe they are concerned with a flu that has a 90% + survival rate when over a million Americans have died in war not mentioned the multi-millions of other equally important lives our soldiers have taken? Do you remember to nuke we dropped in the middle of japan...vaporizing hundreds of thousands of women, men, and little babies while others slowly died horrible deaths from radiation? Haha, but who am I to question government and their ultimate concerns for the people..silly me, let us all continue to give up any quality of life and be good little citizens, they know all..the big gov would surely protect us from this ravenous virus....
@@alyssabethea6608 what
Play Yumi Nikki.
Or at least listen to Yumi Nikki soundtrack with screenshots of the game.
An empty bliss beyond this world
This reminds me of my time playing Shadow of the Colossus. Virtual miles of beautiful natural scenery mixed with the further beauty of the ruins scattered about. It felt so surreal to wander (no pun intended) and see the sights, but yet, minus the birds and little lizards roaming around, the whole place is devoid of fauna and humans. Genuinely instilling this idea of a "forbidden land". The game instantly became one of my all-time favorites after finishing my first playthrough.
Leonard Bögershausen I played the remake
a really good game
I remember buying the original PS2 version about five years ago. Little did I know it would spark an obsession for team Ico/gendesign games and others with a similar lonely aesthetic. I love seeing other fans still talking about it every once in a while
Its predecessor ICO felt even more desolate, mysterious and atmospheric. An underrated diamond IMO, worth checking out.
@@PanLamda Yeah, I've heard about it and seen gameplay before. If I ever get the chance I'll definitely give it a go.
The first piece and many others featured here were made by Mount Shrine... they have passed away earlier this year
I will forever hold his music close to my heart, for his work was truly outstanding among the 'music-ambiance' creators
I'm glad millions heard your masterpieces Mount Shrine
You will be missed...
That is so sad to hear... Their music is incredibly soul touching
What happned?
@@odysseus4244 Mount Shrine, author of many tracks that are feature in this video, passed away. I believe it was due to covid
He was one of my favorite composers, I still can't wrap my head around the fact he's gone
@@Eye-Of-The-Beholder That is truly tragic. Though they are still here, as is evident by their music.
Silent Hill 2 ? At least its very similiar🤔
when I think of love,
I think, “what the hell,
I’ve been in love before,
I'm not so bad off,
maybe it’ll happen again.”
But nights are long sometimes,
I’ve slept alone so long now,
that maybe it won't happen again.
But I have to keep thinking it will
allright i'm broken here, i need therapy rn
Me too bro I honestly forgot what it feels like to have someone lay with me and feel the warmth of their body . Hopefully we both will feel that one day
I’ve never had a human connection. I am not a human, but an entity that exists without purpose or direction. Keep looking for love. Because on this side of the grass it isn’t greener. It’s just there
When i think of love, i don't understands what my mind wants me to feel. I don't understand how people can love things. I don't know myself. Who am i. What is this world around me trying to tell me.
happens when least expected.
Laying in my bed and listening to this, chills wash over me and tears flood my eyes.
I don't know why I feel this way but my whole body is covered in goosebumps. As the track meets is crescendo, my heater turns on and fills the room with a familiar red glow.
This is the room I've known for days. Weeks. Months. Years. Eventually this room will be nothing but a fleeting memory in the back of my head, and I'll remember nothing of this experience. You, too, share a similar fate. As you read this comment, you can't help but think that it'll just become a passing memory.
The flow of time is like water, effortless in it's constant motion. Never stopping, never ceasing. Cold. Unyielding. People try to tell you what time is, what reality is. It's not something humans have created the words to describe yet. Reality is something far more complex.
Open your eyes and experience this brief moment in an ocean of endlessly flowing time, and do something to change the world so that it might never be forgotten.
That's what I'm doing. Leaving a mark as a timestamp and reminder that this happened.
Just as fast as I finish, my heater turns off, and the glow that once filled the room is overtaken by cold, crisp shadows. The chills invade my body once more and my ears are licked by the unforgiving flames of loneliness.
Goodnight, world.
See you [ ]. ♥️
damn. this was poetry.
Yeah ok
@@alexanderbogart2361 no, ok you
Thank you Layla, for sharing your beautiful experience. ♥️
Inspiration Na baad
Day 187 :
I learned that Earth was once a thriving planet with humans and animals. They all lived happily, but that was before the parasite took over. The parasite that made them leave to the stars.
The trees grew taller and taller, animals changing to fit the new environment. The parasite really make the moss better though, I like the new moss, it's more soft.
Day 188: I ran into a deer (if you could even call it that anymore). It was friendly, but then it took the bread I was eating and ran off so fuck it. I traveled to what used to be central Arkansas to what seems to be Atlanta, Georgia. (I know because there was a building called Atlanta Aquarium or whatever) it's all run down and plants grow everywhere. Some fish glow when it was night, showing me a grand show of fish biology.
I think I'll camp out here for the night.
Day 190:
I found a house, very old by now but they have a radio. I used it to find any others that were left behind, but no responses. I will try again tomorrow.
Day 191:
no responses. But I did find a young girls dairy, I read it despite it not being for me. And I have one unsolved question; who is Drake and Travis Scott?
Day 193: my question has been answered. When scavenging threw cars, I found a phone left over. I powered it on and found an application called "iTunes". Travis Scott is a singer, or rapper? I don't understand the difference.
Day 197: all other days, no response on the radio. The silence is getting to me ever since my Walkman broke. I yet to find working earphones to use, and a functional cellphone that still has a screen.
Day 200:
It's my birthday. It's odd to celebrate it by myself. Maybe if Mom knew, she would make me a cake. Hope she is celebrating in the stars because once I get there, I demand they make me one!!
Day 202:
I found a cellphone that works! I can listen to music again, just like before. Hope everyone in the shelter is fine, I will be heading back in a few months.
Day 207: when leaveing a old store called "Walmart " I ripped my cloak. It was my favorite (and only) cloak...
Day 210: no response on the radio. I am starting to loose hope.
Day 214: still no answer. I found a dog eating some canned foods. The food was all old and not edible so I ended up eating the dog. And yes, I did pray before eating, I would hate for the dog to suffer a bad afterlife.
Day 216: no response
Day 220: no response. I need to find a new notebook, this one is running out of pages.
Day 223: no response. Maybe the radio is broken...
Day 227: a storm hit. The winds were fearce. I hit in a apartment building, many blankets and canned foods were found.
Day 230: no response
Day 235: my knife is very dull now, I picked up one more when in the Walmart so I am good, but I will keep the old one because Erin gave me it before I left the shelter.
Day 241: no response
Day 246: no response. The wind sounds like it is whispering its stories to me.
Day 252: my gas mask broke. I need a replacement quick or the spores from the trees will kill me.
Day 260: I can not find a replacement mask.
Day 274:
Someone finally responded!!! Their voice sounded like a girl in her late 20s or 30s. She is headed to where I am, but it might take a while due to her being in what seems like New Jersey. I will keep tight in Georgia, the winter will end soon.
Day 289: I haven't touched my face in so long. I'm only 24, yet I feel so old. I need to cut my hair, o haven't cut it since I was 19.
Day 300:
I found a new notebook! (Very exciting)
And since I was in an apartment building, going threw the rooms were 100% on my list. I found a shelf full of odd figures in one room. They are apparently called "hatsune Miku".
Day 346: the woman finally arrived!!! She was on a horse, very pretty one too. It was white with almost gold like strands of hair in its tail.
The women's name is Jenny, but she tells me to call her Jen.
Day 347: Jen found a new gass mask for me. It was a weird feeling putting on a mask that wasn't mine, but at least the spores are not a problem.
Day 349: jen's favorite color is yellow, like the flower she keeps in a jar. The jar had some type of syrup to keep the flower frozen.
Day 350: we captured another horse. I did get hurt trying to tame it though. It will be mine from today. I gave it the name of "Scott " in tribute to the singer.
Day 426: jen's lips are soft despite a scar running from her left cheek to her chin. Ever since the kiss, she has been very close to me, but I don't mind.
Day 827: we made it to the space station. Ots mostly baron with paper scattered everywhere. We will camp out here. Jen cut her soft black hair again, but this time she kept it a little longer.
Day 420: today is a day where I am supposed to indulge in marijuana, but no wild marijuana plants are safe to smoke anymore, they will give me dysentery.
Day 768: that damn cat bit me. I knew it was a bad idea to keep it around, but it was cute and Jen seemed to like it.
Day 787: the injury is getting worse each day, the cut was red at first, but now it is swollen and purple.
Day 828: Jen helped me care for my wounded leg, we might need to cut it off, the infection is getting worse.
Day 830: the rest of the people from the shelter successfully made it. We throw a small funeral for the ones that didn't thought. I'm sorry Erin, you were the best friend a woman could ever have, like a brother to me. Let you and Finn meet in the afterlife.
Day 875:
the space craft is ready. We can finally leave this fucking shit bag of a planet. I hope mom is okay.
Day 898:
We have taken off 4 days ago, the space craft is quite huge so the 27 of us can live comfortably. We have shared rooms, I share one with Jen.
Day 923:
Mars has been getting closer each month, or are we getting closer? I don't know, but we will arrive in the next 4 months.
Day 1002: I have been in quarantine at the United nations space control center. I have not been able to see Jen or our baby, Carmen. Well, Jen is still pregnant so it's either see both or none.
Day 1013:
They let me see Jen threw a glass wall. They need to keep her for a few more weeks because she is pregnant. I hope both my girls come out safely.
Day 1074:
This will most likely be my last day writing. I have written over 1000 pages, all filled with things I have done on Earth and some when I was on Mars. The people from the shelter all have found new pations3and hobbies they want to pursue, I work at the space control center, giving them information about Earth and make new inventions that make our lives better. Jen and Carmen both are healthy and we have a another baby on the way. My mother sadly passed a month ago, but I still remember all the things we did and I am still grateful she game me locations to the shelter after we got separated. My prosthetic leg is slowly becoming more like a real leg now that I have added a heating system in it to make feel warm to the touch.
Everyone from the trip gather 2 times a year. It was nice seeing familiar faces. I feel happy and warm. My time on Earth was like a living hell, months without any human contact, or at least no living humans. I'm so grateful of the people in the shelter allowing me to stay and grateful Jen heard my call threw the radio.
When I was younger, I thought there would be a second chance for Earth, but I see now that it is beyond repair. Goodbye horrible memories on earth, goodbye Erin and Finn, the best brother figures a girl could ask for, and goodbye notebook, you helped me threw one of the toughest times of my life.
And goodbye to who ever read my notebooks. I hope they were a good enough story for you to read about.
This has been Abigail V Perez. Goodbye friend. May we meet each other soon, I want to hear your stories from earth.
nice story!
the commitment in this is something to admire
Wow this was absolutely beautiful and deserves way more likes
Woah
this is really great and the song in the background makes this story feels more real. thank you for the amazing writting, random stranger. this deserve more likes
Sometimes it feels like I've learned to live alone for so long it's become almost a comforting blanket.
I just hope someone remembers me.
I'll try to remember you, because you remind me of myself, really.
Damn
2 person blanket?
Man this is painfully familiar to read that my face winced, a quarter the way to tears.
@@rjt201 i will remember you your blanket is comforting once i will accept that i an living alone becouse i hurts too much to love someone that doesnt core it is better to be alone than being with people wich make you feel alone keep; up the good things best wishes
"We're all just walking each other home." - Ram Dass
I kinda miss when the comments on these videos were like, cool/creepy/creative short stories or poetry... now it's all just "oh wow this track about a post-apocalypse made me think about the pandemic" yeah we all know that, if I wanted to hear more about the pandemic I would be watching the news. maybe, just maybe, I came here to take my mind off of it? And maybe I read the comments hoping that people would be talking about *anything* else?
That being said, very nice work as always, Cryo Chamber :)
Probably because they're really scared, or tired of quarantine, and just want some space to express themselves or find some empathy. I understand people complaining about this, but we are free to type whatever we want here. It's okay, we're all struggling at some point.
This track doesn't give me a post apocalyptic vibe. It's to soothing with subtle rain hitting a window sound.
This chNell is about create more od the same.. fear.. or make us used to it.. or something " sexy" or just normal.. something that is coming.. this is with craft or mental manipulation
@Southriver fair enough, fair enough lol. guess I'm just not creative enough to make those short stories or anything like that :P
Tyson wandered the creek to clench his thirst with some fresh stream water
He swiftly moved along trodding past withered corroding tree trunks and scattered wood
He could not feel the cool soft morning dew on his skin, the air was thick and foggy
At the heart of the forest there was no more stream. Just over the horizon he had spotted what he believed to be a water pump.
Only, it was a high tech oil refinery pump.
Puking at it away, the only interesting thing he seen all day.
Come to think of it, he had not seen anything else that day.
He came back the way he came with his throat sore and lips chapped only to realize at a right turn that those withered trunks and bits of wood were not actually from trees.
They were corpses.
And suddenly the thick foggy air had consumed him and he stayed trapped like the trees.
I really want to be somewhere in a world like this for at least one day. Like... yeah... I don’t want to leave family and friends completely, but I really want to be alone in this humongous world.
This really just gives me nostalgia for some really weird reason... but I ain’t complaining
I think i understand what you mean. Just exploring a vast world with no one telling you what you can and cannot do. Just alone with your thoughts trying to see what you can find.
Same. I want to be completely isolated, or rather completely surrounded by nothing except nature. Pure peace.
Covid19 or not, life is the same for me...
Same. Im always in a total state of quarantine in my room.
Honestly, it feels better for me. I get hazard pay, people thank me, I get more hours, I can pay bills and not worry about being homeless. I kind of feel guilty when customers come up to me and tell me stuff about loosing their jobs.
haha same for me, just now going out even more rare, just enjoying my cozy place and hope nature will clean world :)
I think about that quite a lot, actually.
Heheheheh
We were two silhouettes, petty in contrast with the star ocean, walking through the sand that filled the Void. In this place, this which I called my home, wind had taken the throne as the apex predator, stealing the Hollow Wolves from their terrifying crown. Storms would come from time to time, erasing the pathetic traces of life that had so much fortune to be in their path, probably ignorant to the blessing of a death with no lost purposes. But even for the element that gave a slight sense of movement to this frozen hell, to this cadaver of a world, to this sad echo from an old fallen victim to humanity, even for wind there was way too much space to run through. In one of the few chances when absolutely nothing could be perceived but our steps in the sand, the Master would stay quiet for a minute, seemingly gazing upon something my eyes couldn't perceive. With a deep breath, and a bittersweet expression sliding through his old face, he would say...
"And to think, dear pupil, that we had touched the stars, seen the borders of the universe and conquered the limits, but we couldn't keep the place that gave birth to our possibilities...
This is, Okarin, but the begining. A proof, that the keys for eternity and the seals in our souls, weren't to be found in the abyssal vastness from the star ocean. It was always within us, an absolute purpose. But we were prisoners from our very own ambitious knowledge, and now, it could be way too late to develop our bond with this agonizing being that gave us home in it's womb, even after all the indifference.
This silence, this Void. This will be, the electricity to guide the machinery of our evolution. Our spirits are the catalysts, and the prize for our research...
May as well be, the last hope for this forsaken planet."
And so we kept going, while I stared at the moon, swearing that a silver maiden smiled while observing our pilgrimage through the desert. Our odyssey through the Void.
I know it's been 3 years already, but I feel nostalgic to this mix
Same, i get a strange sense if Nostalgia every time i listen to this, which is weird because this came out in 2020 and that wasn’t exactly the best of years.
same, i have huge nostalgia to this track
Found this mix during beginning of the pandemic right after having escaped a busy capital in favor of the country side to take care of my parents and to run away from covid. It perfectly captured both the silence in the area, and the silence in society as everyone waited for things to return to normal for nearly two years.
@@grond2250 Для меня это был самый светлый год и я слушаю этот абиент очень давно.
nos·tal·gia
/nəˈstaljə/
noun
a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.
Rest in peace Mount Shrine, maybe we'll meet again among others who travel empty worlds
Don't know about you guys but this music is so good and relaxing that when I paused it I had to fade it out with the volume button cause I couldn't manage such an abrupt separation
Emanuela Basilicata welcome in the reality
I do that quite a lot too
There's a thunderstorm outside tonight.
I'm currently standing on my chair, looking out to the sky, rain pouring down on the roof tiles. I have my headphones in, but I almost can't hear the music.
This is my form of bliss, and nothing can change that, and I'd cry for if I could cry on command.
how do I relate to this moment, yet it's so uniquely yours? you almost can't share those (usually short lived) existential glimpses into yourself with anyone, yet it's enough just to describe what you were doing on the outside for me to enter your perspective and fill the gaps with my own thoughts and experiences.
Lovely put by both of you, I also share this form of bliss.
nice
why the fuck are you standing on your chair?
@@ghostnoodle. LOL I was thinking the same thing!
Entry Number 1
Before Horizon, I was something of an innovator. At least, as a hobby. For my actual job I was a sewer worker. I would craft small inventions that I thought were interesting. Nothing really came of it. However, the ability to put things together (and take them apart) proved extremely useful once Horizon hit. There were no survivors, as far as I knew. I was lucky enough to be in a sewer tunnel, far enough underground to not be harmed. I've been able to survive... so far. I was able to make some sufficient gear for scaling the now ruined shells of skyscrapers to get supplies and materials. I was even able to make a sort of broadcasting system that plays music. A sort of final radio station, if you will.
There's only one problem... well, besides everything. At night, somewhere, I swear I can hear something. It sounds like a voice. It doesn't scream, or even seem to be talking to anyone. But it just talks about... something. I'm not sure what though... I hope I'm not going crazy.
Can you continue it pls?
I played Horizon: Zero Dawn a month back and this would fit perfectly on the after Zero Dawn era of the game.
Nice :)
I’m intrigued. Are you going to continue writing this story?
This is fire my guy
Sometimes I believe we never value the moment, but when we look back we realize the extent of our experiences with full nostalgia. Memories seem to be more alive and real than the moment we experience them.
A small meow what all that was heard in the empty expanse that lay where the buildings once did. The Man went looking for the meek attempt at a cry for help, the ceaseless noise, the unending chirp of a small kitten. Once the man came upon the kitten, He noticed on their collar there was a note tied with a black ribbon: "You're alive and well. For whatever reason, you're still here. Against all conceivable odds, against all logic and reason, the utter nonsense that is your mind exists at this particular point in time, inside your particular body, nd you are now holding this note in your hand. You nade it here, however that may have been, so make sure you get somewhere else" read the note, in a strangely familiar handwriting. The kitten meowed again as the man picked it up.
"Well then, you'll be needing a name. Let's call you... Ty. Good. Now let's get going, Ty. We have nowhere to be, but we must get there safely."
More please. Or don't, whatever you prefer.
“We have nowhere to be, but we must get there safely.”
That’s a line that sticks with you
no matter how many people you know, there is always someone forgotten
I'd probably be happy if all people forgot about being remembered lol!
Dang that hits hard, the same case applies for the old games I tried to remember but couldn't find the name.
That effect that sounds like it could be a distorted radio broadcast with just barely audible dialogue in the first song really works. I love that.
By 'song', it's assumed you mean 'track' 🤠🤙🏻
I agree wholeheartedly!
crawling out only to witness the darkness of a world that went mad and did the unthinkable! Bombs Away! 2023
@@seanchan3559 bro shut UPPP
An empty world is a nice remedy to chaos
Whoa, I noticed there were breaks in the video track and thought it was broken, then I saw the artist name and track for each separation. I didn't even know that was possible until now!
It's lowkey epic
Wait what? Explain
Huh?
yes its new
I don't have it! :(
Always comeback here when my soul needs space
Mount Shrine is a must for such mixes. "Subtotem" and "Winter Restlesness" are so comforting.
When the sensation of sinking into the pit that is my life grows too be too much for me, I return here and listen to deliver me from chaos.
I return ever more frequently and I cannot tell if things in life worsen or I grow less able to cope. Either way, I am grateful to have what seems to me to be a brief moment of stillness and tranquility before the deafening noise resumes.
I don't know if there is people around here anymore. I come here to leave an epitaph to my old me. If somehow in the past you can read this. Today i saw the thumbnail of this video and felt an incredible feeling of serendipity. Two years ago, i remember listening to this the last thing just before a terrible depression/OCD episode hit me, the worst of my life. I was 3 months in pure hell, unable to get out of bed, one year or more to recover with meds and therapy. But i have a good memory of this video. I feel it was the last stop before the death of an old me. The last island before the abyss, and that was it. A last and soft comfort before the claws of pain ripped my soul. A light of vain hope but hope nonetheless. It was literally the empty world of a disappearing civilization. Somehow, i never returned. Im somebody else, somehow. And this was the sound of my old soul dying.
💔 RIP Cesar Alexandre aka Mount Shrine/Mount Hibiki/Lindsheaven Virtual Plaza. :´( Thank you so much for your transcendental, otherworldy, soothing and soul-healing music. 🙏 We will miss you and your music dearly. Rest In Beats. 🙌
It's a sad year, the feelings Lindsheaven envokes through his music are, transcendent to say the least. The feelings differ from person to person, but overall the same nostalgic, blissful melancholic touch resides, deep within the sound. This is the only artist who I will actually miss. The creations left behind will serve as guides to my life. This music, (the artist specifically) awakens what I'd call my "real self" & I gain a sense of what seems to be some kind of existential direction. Weird how music can make us feel.
Damn /: how’d he die? Rest In Peace
Damn rest in peace bro
Rip in rip
I dream about sitting next to you, in our cabin in the woods, on a rainy day, the mood is like this playlist, we drink tea and speak about what color the sound of the rain would be if we were to paint existence itself
RIP mount shrine.
the idyllic soundscape
the blissful goosebumps
the feeling of diving deep into my mind
and
*l o s i n g m y s e l f*
This is like everywhere at the end of time, but it starts near the end of time
No matter where I go, "everywhere at the end of time" always finds me.
@@imeaitesector4542 yees
That’s exactly what I was thinking
@@Ella-lr8xm eyyyy
We don't have many days
Dear future self,
I know that you're looking back on this comment and you're feeling a humongous amount of nostalgia. I know you know how much pain you used to be in constantly. When things get overwhelming, I want you to remember how hard it was when you made this comment. The pain and suffering that school had put you through, the heartbreak, the loss, the grief, I want you to remember the pain. Don't look at it as a moment of weakness, but as a moment of growth. Those moments that you didn't want to breathe or move anymore, you pushed past it and now you're here. I know you've gone on to do great things, you're still here. Please stay strong my love. You're stronger than you think and give yourself credit for. Never ever forget who you are on the inside no matter what happens. Remember what makes you, you.
You're no one's property. You have no responsibility to no one but yourself and your family and close friends. You're beautiful and powerful. Whatever you're going through currently, there's nothing you can't handle.
I love you sososo much. Stay strong.
Sincerely,
Your Past Self :)
*Edit*: Wow, I honestly forgot I made this comment but thank you for the likes! As someone who is graduating high school in 2 weeks, it’s crazy to see how fast things have changed. Hope all of you are well. :)
The only thing your future self is going to feel while reading this is "cringe".
i actually love this comment, it's one of the best i've read
@@elmo4672 Cringing about yourself a few years ago, is the sign of change and improvement. Improvement of you, as a person.
@@666-55-t I never said that it was a bad thing!
@@elmo4672 I didnt either, Elmo
I wrote a story to this ambient music. This story has very little editing and was really just a free flowing memory and feeling that got typed in notepad.
These chains that bind us aren't even real. They break you down until you're an empty shell of a person.
Then you discover hopelessness. It breaks you down slowly until the will to live is almost extinguished.
The feelings of hopelessness can be crippling in the day to day life. You try to fight everyday but nothing really changes.
That feeling when life doesn't make it fair for an overthinker. Someone who cant turn the thought process off. The way the brain never
stops thinking or processing even when you're sleeping. Waking up in a panic and being alone. Wondering how long its been since you made
a rational thought, a rational sentence or any form of critical thinking? What is the meaning of life?
What is serenity? solace? What are fields from the birds eye view? What is the willingness to change? Does anything really matter?
Life is meaningless when you end up in the tomb of the forgotten. But aren't we all forgotten at some point?
We struggle to reach out for human touch. Human contact. Someone to relate to and someone to share your life with.
Seeking a togetherness that comes from a selfishness of not wanting to get left behind. The ol white picket fence analogy.
To be loved and heard. Held with an invitation to understanding so you understand the consequences.
The double edge sword of uncertainty strikes again. I'm tired. The lack of understanding can be heard a mile away.
There's no point in trying to explain anything anymore. It has long since fallen on the deaf ears of reason. The deaf ears of tranquility.
The deaf ears of solitude and the joys of screaming to be left alone. Its almost like
You call out and call out but no one hears you. Its like no is listening.
No one responds. No one hears you. You scream loudly but no one hears you. The desire to build something that cant be broken.
Dreams of smoke and dust and noise. Dreams of being absent from life.
Desperately trying to hear the radio but words between muddled by the crackles of static coming from the speaker. You hope to hear dead melodies
of yesteryear. Trying to do the unthinkable but to no avail its just another day of misery. You cant give up but you struggle to keep a smile.
Everyday you become more of an empty shell. Struggling to stay alive inside. People don't understand. Its too deep of a concept for them.
Want to better yourself because maybe you can get a smile that way. The feeling of unending doom is strong. Time to find what hurt us and kill it.
I have awakened in darkness but there's a faint light in the distance. My eyes....hurt to open.
Hearing what sounds like a distant radio transmission. The voice sounds familiar if it could just be made out.
However just as the transmissions started, they ended. Now there is silence.
I will never identify the voice now. *clenching fist, ready to punch something* "I'm so sick of being this way!"
The need to get up and figure out where I am is strong. I can't get up. My arms feel heavy as steel and don't move much.
The radio starts up with the intermittent crackling again and I immediately don't feel so alone but then I must have passed out.
I have once again awakened to find myself in the same place that's dark and damp but feels familiar now.
Familiar....frustration....anxiety....emptiness....failure. It all starts to add up and after a while you start to get tired.
The feeling of....joy....hollowness are starting to become the same. What the hell has happened .
I'm not sure how much time has passed since I've been here. Wherever here is. In my minds eye? Is this a soul?
Where did it come from? I don't know how I got here either.
Is this what being dead is like? Nah death is more peaceful than this. Is this some kind of bad dream? Did I get hit?
Everything is so blurry I must have a concussion. No more like a delusion of your former self. Everything is gone.
Feelings....lost....unable to think clearly. I don't understand what's happening. I have memories of a past life.
The nuclear family. Work. Driving. Love. Success. My children's laughter that made my life complete.
I remember a city towering with sky scrapers and lush green trees and flowers all over the city.
People were bustling in their daily lives to keep the world moving round and round.
There are cars whizzing by and cutting the air. The fountain in the park was animated with flowing water that was crystal clear.
The children's laughter was impossible to not embrace with a warm heart. The air was pure and clean.
The laughing faces told a story of happiness and triumph. The world was working together for once. Human beings were being.
But something has gone terribly wrong. The past has become a dying memory, the ebb and flow has brought news of the doomed world in a
state of emergency. The clouds above are free. Free as the wind. The mourning star has risen in the north once again.
Now the skyscrapers were dead and some were dying as I watched them disintegrate into dust and nothingness.
The faces were not long for this world and have turned to stone. The air has begun to get stale and expire.
No children's laughter and no warm hearts. The water has stopped flowing and animates nothing but a sense of death.
The cars have become skeleton wreckage on the roads and highways. The people have all passed on with a despondency and a triviality.
The morbidity of the landscape was exactly what you thought it would be. A post apocalyptic nightmare made in the depths of malediction.
A world once filled with technological advancements and the greatest inventions and minds was now a wasteland.
How did all this happen? Was a bomb dropped or something? Were humans being rotten? Yeah probably. They could do everything but get along.
How do I know all this? What...was I. What AM I? I don't...feel like a machine. Can a computer feel anxious? No. It can't.
The memories are flooding my mind but I cant quite make them out. Faces, places and memories I can't place are widespread and there's no sign of life anywhere.
You said you call out but nobody hears you?
I hear you . God hears you.
Psalm 54 KJV
2 Hear my prayer, O God; give ear to the words of my mouth.
Jesus Christ loves you man.
The world is getting crazy.
♥️ you can know you have eternal life♥️
1 John 5 KJV
13 These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that ye may know that ye have eternal life, and that ye may believe on the name of the Son of God.
1 Corinthians 15 KJV
1 Moreover, brethren, I declare unto you the gospel which I preached unto you, which also ye have received, and wherein ye stand;
2 By which also ye are saved, if ye keep in memory what I preached unto you, unless ye have believed in vain.
3 For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures;
4 And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures:
Romans 3 KJV
25 Whom God hath set forth to be a propitiation through faith in his blood, to declare his righteousness for the remission of sins that are past, through the forbearance of God;
love this, you beautiful writer. keep going. don't listen to anyone who tries to tell you otherwise. i can see your innermost thoughts have really connected to the song. simply incredible...
@@twilightwolfpiano Thank you! I appreciate the kind words very much!
I think I'm the only one who at certain times of the day, especially in the evening, thinks about everything that surrounds us, the world, the universe, reflections on the existence of aliens, in short, astral and complicated things, together with this music.
amazing how you can think so outwardly , yet think inwardly enough where you believe you're the only person in the world who has thoughts like that. lol
Being alone is so beatiful and scary at the same time
Here is something that goes along with what you say : " Silence is not an absence of sounds, it;s the presence of yourself" - "le silence n'est pas une absence de bruit , mais la presence de soi"
I don't know you, and odds are I'll never even meet you.
But let's just enjoy this tiny moment together.
fact is, youll never even know yourself
Listening to this mix transports me back to that period when COVID first crept into our lives. In a weird, morbid way I feel somewhat nostalgic for that time in early 2020.
Everything was changing. No one knew what to expect. It was the most "unknown" that most of us have faced in our entire lives; for a brief time our regular lives were uprooted and we were faced with the howling existential abyss and we didn't know how to react.
For just a small, exhilarating moment in time the streets were empty, people stopped and looked around, and the hum of humanity died down.
In a way, I miss it.
Don't worry: They will bring it back one way or another.
In a way, I miss it too.
@AQUARIANGOD Just want to say that you have an excellent grasp on English for it to be your second language. Good job, man
This comment is basically Americans realizing just how comfortable and mostly worry-free their lives were compared to the rest of the world before they faced an actual big problem with the pandemic lol.
@@dragonandavatarfan8865 Nah I just liked it when society shut the fuck up for a moment
"The days move along with regularity, one day indistinguishable from the next, a long continuous chain, Then suddenly, there is a change."
No matter what I do, what I got or what I achieved I always end up feeling empty, lonely without any reason to live but still here, the world it's really empty for me. I just hope that one day my mind can change and think otherwise
or, instead of forcing yourself to feel happy, come to terms with how you feel, and come to understand, and then you may find something better than happiness: *peace*
bud i feel the same way
i feel so lonely and unhappy nothing give some real reason to keep living