… and they are front row seats. Good post… The script of life’s show is constantly being written. Just when things seem dark, perhaps there is a plot twist and things turn for the better.
As someone on here once told me it doesn’t matter whether you live to an age when wiping your own arse becomes a problem or whether your life is cut short, the outcome will still be the same, regardless of how the game was played.
Duke… Fair point. The end result is the same… but the experiences between birth and death have no chance of getting better if life is cut short. I try… and struggle… to make the days I have an improvement over time. If I call it a day, I might have cheated myself. Maybe not… but I would never know.
A few years ago, I was totally miserable, and had been for many years. I’d given all up hope.
On the day I finally decided that now would be a good time to throw in the towel, I met an amazing person. Who showed me everything that is good and right.
I f***ed up that relationship eventually, but it was good while it lasted.
I don’t know if that is an argument for living or against, as I’m even more miserable now that I know what I’m missing.
That’s what happens to me.. The moment when I’ve finally hit rock bottom or the peak, that’s when things change. I also f’d up my relationship lol.. probably came on too strong too soon but it’s rare that i feel anything so i ran with it
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… and they are front row seats. Good post… The script of life’s show is constantly being written. Just when things seem dark, perhaps there is a plot twist and things turn for the better.
Problem is, I’m not in the front row, I’m on stage, jumping through hoops. Of fire. And they have a lion chasing after me. A LION!
same here 🙁
As someone on here once told me it doesn’t matter whether you live to an age when wiping your own arse becomes a problem or whether your life is cut short, the outcome will still be the same, regardless of how the game was played.
Duke… Fair point. The end result is the same… but the experiences between birth and death have no chance of getting better if life is cut short. I try… and struggle… to make the days I have an improvement over time. If I call it a day, I might have cheated myself. Maybe not… but I would never know.
A few years ago, I was totally miserable, and had been for many years. I’d given all up hope.
On the day I finally decided that now would be a good time to throw in the towel, I met an amazing person. Who showed me everything that is good and right.
I f***ed up that relationship eventually, but it was good while it lasted.
I don’t know if that is an argument for living or against, as I’m even more miserable now that I know what I’m missing.
That’s what happens to me.. The moment when I’ve finally hit rock bottom or the peak, that’s when things change. I also f’d up my relationship lol.. probably came on too strong too soon but it’s rare that i feel anything so i ran with it