I don't fear death. I actually look forward to it. What I fear is LINGERING and living a long time. I don't want to be here past 70. Can't walk. Can't wipe my own ass. Have to depend on strangers to wipe my drool. Ignored and forgotten in a piss filled bed that some schmuck is too lazy to clean up for me since I can't do it myself. Being at the MERCY of someone who doesn't give a shit? Oh hayell no. If I am still breathing at 70, on my birthday I will give myself a present. And to me, it WILL be a present, which is getting the fuck out of this hell hole.
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I feel a little depressed
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I don't care.Yes, apathy can be a problem.
- May 19, 2012
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The fact is, we are taught to fear death. In itself, it has no significance. Nor does life, for that matter, except to manifest the inexplicable wonder and power and intricacy of existence.
We do not fear what we were before birth; why should we fear what we will be after death? Leaving aside the fairy tales of religion, death is simply the end of our personal existence. No matter what experiences and objects we greedily cling to, when we have breathed our last, they are all as if they had never been.
Of course, our lives can affect the lives of those who come after us, but that obviously does not concern us much, considering how nonchalantly we are bequeathing a world of ecological catastrophe to our posterity.
Our deaths, and our lives, are of utter insignificance, here on a grain of dust amid the rapidly cooling embers of the Big Bang.
Some people say that they do not fear death, but the pain of dying.
Pain is indeed the normal concomitant of our dissolution, which we make more fearsome by denying it and refusing to look at it. No matter how horrid our pain, it will end, one way or another. Moreover, it rarely, if ever, equals the sum total of the pain we endure in life. A stoic acceptance of what life brings us is most appropriate to such transient creatures of air and dew as we are.
Is life worth living? As Samuel Butler wrote, that is a question for an embryo, not for a man (or a woman).
When I have been low, I have considered with what struggle and pain I have achieved the minimal level of awareness I now possess. My untimely disappearance would mean that some other poor creature would need to go through a similar struggle to reach an equivalent awareness. It is best to endure life and see if my awareness has any use, deficient and incomplete as that awareness is. As unlikely as it is that my life and awareness have any significance, there are those whose existences have some meaning, brief as that meaning may be. Moreover, only the long unrolling of the ages can determine the ultimate meaning of our lives. The lives of the dinosaurs are often judged to be without meaning, but their existence shaped the evolution of our distant ancestors, and their disappearance permitted us to exist.
For those who do not find contemplation of the long sweep of the ages to be congenial, I would say this:
Life is like a camping trip. If you want to be comfortable, you should have stayed home by the fire. Yet, people do go on camping trips. ---
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Awesome. We're trying to make Drifter feel better and Numan posts making her want to kill herself.
Fucking unbelievable garbage...'
The fact is, we are taught to fear death. In itself, it has no significance. Nor does life, for that matter, except to manifest the inexplicable wonder and power and intricacy of existence.
We do not fear what we were before birth; why should we fear what we will be after death? Leaving aside the fairy tales of religion, death is simply the end of our personal existence. No matter what experiences and objects we greedily cling to, when we have breathed our last, they are all as if they had never been.
Of course, our lives can affect the lives of those who come after us, but that obviously does not concern us much, considering how nonchalantly we are bequeathing a world of ecological catastrophe to our posterity.
Our deaths, and our lives, are of utter insignificance, here on a grain of dust amid the rapidly cooling embers of the Big Bang.
Some people say that they do not fear death, but the pain of dying.
Pain is indeed the normal concomitant of our dissolution, which we make more fearsome by denying it and refusing to look at it. No matter how horrid our pain, it will end, one way or another. Moreover, it rarely, if ever, equals the sum total of the pain we endure in life. A stoic acceptance of what life brings us is most appropriate to such transient creatures of air and dew as we are.
Is life worth living? As Samuel Butler wrote, that is a question for an embryo, not for a man (or a woman).
When I have been low, I have considered with what struggle and pain I have achieved the minimal level of awareness I now possess. My untimely disappearance would mean that some other poor creature would need to go through a similar struggle to reach an equivalent awareness. It is best to endure life and see if my awareness has any use, deficient and incomplete as that awareness is. As unlikely as it is that my life and awareness have any significance, there are those whose existences have some meaning, brief as that meaning may be. Moreover, only the long unrolling of the ages can determine the ultimate meaning of our lives. The lives of the dinosaurs are often judged to be without meaning, but their existence shaped the evolution of our distant ancestors, and their disappearance permitted us to exist.
For those who do not find contemplation of the long sweep of the ages to be congenial, I would say this:
Life is like a camping trip. If you want to be comfortable, you should have stayed home by the fire. Yet, people do go on camping trips. ---
.
Gracie you're acting gay again, and not Liberace gay...
Just trying to cheer her up.Gracie you're acting gay again, and not Liberace gay...
It's the woman gay thing without sexual connotations...Juggling would work better...Just trying to cheer her up.Gracie you're acting gay again, and not Liberace gay...
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been there done that... several times over the years...
some times it feels like the saying:
Life's a bitch,
And then you die.
what I have found, is exercise helps....long walks, viewing nature along the way and getting some sun....the exercise increases endorphins....the ''happy'' hormones or whatever they are, it's a natural way, vs getting anti depressant drugs...
What is it that is bothering you? The never ending hatefulness in the world? That's enough to get the best of us depressed!
Yes, personal offline life stuff. You are right though the world does feel hateful too at times. I pray for love to touch us. (I left my sentiments wide open for an aaronleland retort) wink
I mean to a guy like me I see how gay women are compared to men...We mostly laugh at our own farts...Gay in the old sense before it's bastardization in the urban dictionary...
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