Death is the final destination. Who gives a flying fuck how we get there? Whether it be by suicide, natural causes, or some other obscure method, it all ends the same. So then, what do we do? How do we use this life? Do we live out our lives in misery and dread of that fateful day? Or perhaps enjoy ourselves up to the last? I don’t know. Maybe the answer lies in death. I don’t know. I suppose as your reading this, It would appear I’m just rambling on about things that far out of my understanding. If so, you guessed right. Which is what drives me insane. Things I don’t understand. I can’t accept that which i do not know. I don’t know the answer. I can’t know the answer. And its killing me.
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Life is a mystery brother. The challenge is to live within it, or not.-But it’s not just about you or me. Thinking about it will drive you nuts-if you’re able to work, put your energy into that or volunteer. When you die you’re asked 2 questions…What did you learn? & How much love did you share/give. Keep it simple for yourself. Cultivate as much positive flow for yourself as you can (it is a challenge no doubt)-the state you leave this life is the state you enter the next. The answer lies within your heart, not your head. Cheers!
This afternoon the bottom of my jaw almost had a run in with the cold steel of 12 g shotgun. and then i remembered this comment. so i dropped the gun and started crying. i just wanted to thank you for that. you were right softsoul.
Cheers indeed.