Once you come to terms with the fact that you’re going to die it all becomes so easy. It feels like a weight being lifted off my shoulders. I’m peaceful. If life means living in hysterics, being crushed by uncertainties and so on I don’t want it.
I don’t remember when I truly felt like yelling out loud I was happy. But I can’t even compare myself with other people that want to die and have tragic lives and want out. I just feel empty, I can’t continue. I basically fail at life because I have no will to go through it.
When I see the others ahead of me, succeeding at everything I feel sick. It’s not like they even try hard but they are sly to say the least. But the world doesn’t care about that, they just care about appearances. I’ve tried being myself, tried to be pretty inside, thinking that people would notice me. But society just requires you to change who you are, to kill yourself. It’s stupid, foolish. No matter how many pretty words they use the facts are they are going to do an once over and if they find you boring the won’t utter an word to you.
This is the damned world we live in, it’s so sad I can’t bear to watch it, it’s unfair and even if you try to stop it all and change it you won’t be able to. That’s the hard truth.
Some may call me a coward, but I don’t care. I might have called myself a coward too some time ago, but it’s unbearable, I can’t stand it.
That’s why I want to die now, while I’m still so to say who I am, before I change to meet the rotten standards of the world,  I’m tired of witnessing all of the chaos.
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Why to worry about other people opinion?To kill yourself for that?
Opinions are changing.You have only yourself for eternity.
It depends alot on you, what your real inner world is, it affects others n their opinions.
Try to find the balance inside you instead of being a doll for others.
At the moment I’m quite at good mood, actually I’m very hard n controversial person.
I’ve a need to communicate, but I’m not listening to others if they tell me what I dislike.
I like various kinds of music, depends on my mood, don’t wnat to be bonded with one style.Started to speak about music, ’cause at the moment I’ve found nice vid on youtube n I’d like to share, I dunna if you’ll like,but..it’s a nice heart of light there.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfQhJFMb13w
Hey, I’ve posted a comment, but it’s in a pending section now.
You said it…so many are unhappy cause they push against what is a very natural process….it’s actually an exhilarating rush to be reconnected to all that you are.
We only know life living through the physical body. I welcome it! Best of luck!
I feel the same. I can identify with all the emotions that come across from your post. I wish I could know for sure when I was gonna die. If I did I would feel free.
it’s really ironic that statistics seems to agree that usually it’s the most intelligent, and/or the most creative and/or most talented types of people that seems to get depressed & suicidal a lot.
Have you ever thought perhaps that you’re not belong on this “earthly” world,
but perhaps to another NEW world/universe/dimension…perhaps after you die & leave this ‘limited, entrapping’ physical body?
The cage of flesh 😀
yes indeed, the cage of flesh..
I know…I am an alien trapped in the cage of flesh…never was meant to drag the stone of mundacity and pointlessness of the silly painful human existence…oh well. Like I have said before in other posts, true enlightenment would lead any human to want to “die”. We are infinite universes unto ourselves, yet we are trapped in this stifling finite world. What a pity…what a waste. 🙁
type this right after www (dot) youtube (com) :
/watch?v=0HKQd2dQ4wE&
Steps Beyond the Cage of Flesh.
Surrealism or just Abstract? LOL I like Dali more than Picasso 😀 But it wasn’t a bad “watch”.
By the way, it is not surprising at all that the most intelligent are most often depressed or suicidal or whatever. They are the ones who spend the most time pondering things on a higher level than most. Also they are the least likely to by into the delusions of the masses.