As some of u may know, I commute about 2 hours each way to and from work. Part of my journey takes me past my old high school which I left a long long long time ago. I also go thru areas that were my old stomping grounds and even past two houses I used to live in with my parents. most days I pretty much keep my head down and read a book or look and post here on sp. But for some reason today I was casually looking out the bus Window when I got hit with all these memories from my past. It was crazy, I could feel these memories as well see and recall every detail. These were some of the best times of my growing up, I wasnt bullied anymore or teased for been different, I just fit in for once and everything clicked. It was also the same time I started using drugs, which looking back, its no wonder I kept using them. As far as I was concerned these drugs made me become “normal”, & accepted.
Anyway, what I wanted to say was that along with these memories, came a flood of sadness.i almost felt like I was grieving for something. Maybe for all the hopes and dreams of that younger me. Anyway, its true what they say, youth is wasted on the young….. as it should be. So, in case any of u dont kill urself, live it up, take risks, go hard in ur own way and do as much fun shit as u can. In fact, if u are gonna kill urself, do this anyway, cos afterwards. ..Its just black.
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All black? I don’t understand the Atheist faith, I am as much an opponent of organized religion as anyone could be, knowing full well that it has served since inception as societal control, but I also cannot believe that the human sentient consciousness just ‘goes black’ or that we are here through random chance and coincidence and though I cannot prove it, nor can anyone disprove it, and lack of evidence is not proof of lack of existence.
I’ve lost hope in this life, I’ve missed the milestones of early middle age because I refused to acknowledge that it was approaching. I am 41 but am 25. I would not tie myself down by getting married and so, the best and most beautiful women I’ve had wanting me to marry them are gone now and married with children, which I also do not have, which means that I will ultimately die alone, though i think that I will have the Hunter S. Thompson outlook when it comes to a man’s useful lifespan.
Anyway, I will not lose hope in the next state of my existence being something of a relief when I get there; losing a battle does not necessarily mean losing the war.
I think too many people are disillusioned by the hocus-pocus and eternal damnation bullshit that has hijacked a belief in a creator (after all, if you keep going back in time either something magically popped up from nothingness or something began this process of a universe and life) and the stupidity of those who claim the Earth to be 8,000 years old in the face of irrefutable evidence of 4+ billion year old Earth.
I cannot give you proof of our continuation, but I have an instinctive, inherent knowledge of our eternal nature; I think we all harbor that knowledge…even those who claim otherwise vocally.
You “can’t understand” the atheist “faith” … because it’s not a “faith” at all. “Atheism” only addresses one topic/question: “Is there a god or gods” … to the atheist, the answer is “no” and more specifically ” there is no compelling evidence to believe there is ANY type of god(s) as defined by humans so there is a 99.99999999999% chance there is no gods”
Most atheists are actually agnostic atheists – they can’t know 100% for sure there is no god(s) but there is no practical evidence to suggest there IS a god(s) so they live their lives as if they are 100% sure … UNTIL evidence one way or the other can be found to make a definitive determination of certainty.
You may be right – humans may have an eternal nature – but even that would not be evidence for god – and certainly not evidence for any of the abrahamic gods (god/jesus, allah, yahweh). But there is no evidence to suggest this “eternal nature”, which is a totally different topic that atheism does not pretend to address.
In fairness – you’re right that “all black” is the wrong description … to say “all black” suggests there is an entity that could process the concept of “all black” … there isn’t. when you’re dead it’s “Game over” “the end” “off, not on” … we no longer exist in any capacity … but “atheism” doesn’t address this at all … biology does.
skeptical agnostic atheist dawg
I never go back and relive old places. I used to but not any longer. Anything prior to Texas is just shit. I have friend that long for the “old days”. They can have them. My mother had a strangle hold on my neck then after I left I took over that job. I’m headed camping tjis werkend. Three days of sun, surf, sand and ghost crabs. Me, thd family and no devices. Something I never got to do as a kid or let myself do then I got older. I do wish I had the energy and strength of my 20s. Not thd brain though. I was one majorly fucked up woman back then.
Ten bucks a night. Ten fucking dollars to sleep under the stars and float in the ocean. Nirvana.
Wow that sounds like utopia hazy. I really hope u have a great weekend. It’s funny cos the times I was talking about were probably when I had the best friends of my life. I moved heaps before this time, 13 different schools so always the tall skinny new kid who stuttered. Fun. But it all stopped at that time. I surfed every day, & did alot of good shit. I wouldnt go back tho. And a few years later addiction really took hold and u know the story from there. Anyway, a fww days without devices and beaches…. awesone. Enjoy. Live it up. Float a bit for me can u. Please
Surfing? Holy hell that sounds like heaven. Plus Australia? Wow. Spectacular. No surfing at the texas barrier islands but the water is like bath water. Plus NO day trippers where I will be just hard core primitive camper types. I don’t have to deal with some stressed out SUV driving over worked mom screaming at her litter bug children. I always leave the park with mord garbage than I went with.
What’s a ghost crab?
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gulf_ghost_crab
They are clear.
Last year there wasn’t a ghost crab safe in all the gulf region from my youngest. This year she plans to double her efforts. If Jesus is a crab, my family is clearly damned.