why is death the only answer? what happen if i succeed only to find that it hurts on the other side? where does this anguish come from and why cant i beat it? why cant i be a normal person? why do so many of us suffer from this? why cant life be simple and easy? why do people prevent me from having work, a place to live and food to eat? why cant i abide by the rules? so many questions, too few answers
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Death is not the only answer. See the post on this website “Cause for Celebration”. There is your reason to live. Drink on, my friend, drink on.
yea, read that one. i dont do alcohol anymore, but i sure enjoyed the laughter. its been a long time since i laughed. felt sooooo good. depression hates laughter. laughter is healing and depression dont want us to heal.
I can’t even hazard a guess at what the bug picture is anymore. Maybe there’s only a finite amount of peace to go around and when someone grabs more than their share someone else has to suffer. Your guess is as good as mine. I’ve found lately that the people around me that appear to be happy and successful are cheating, lying, embellishing, narcissistic or in some way stacking the deck. Just like my last boss. Her resume was thousands of miles from reality. She is a legend only in her own mind. A big fucking “celebrity”. Every time she said “Oh, just go call my guy so and so – they’ll take care of you” , “so and so” never heard of her. You get the drift.
Personally I can’t go there. Shit hurts. Lying hurts everyone. And good-hearted people get squashed in the shuffle. Genuinely faithful and good workers lose their jobs to the boss’s “buddies”.
Will it get better? I doubt it. We have been reduced to our lowest common denominator – dogs eating dogs. Fake it ’till you make it. Well, fuck it – I’d rather chuck it.
dear nozmoking, thank you for comment. yeah, i run across those people dayley. i am at the point in my life where i stand on truth. as a famous sailor once said “i am what i am” their is no differance between my public and private personas. will it get better? dont know? i do know things wont change unless WE make it change. pot was illeagle for a hundred years before finally becoming legal. sometimes change is fast. sometimes slow. but change does happen. the part none of us believe is that WE can force change to happen. thanks again, and peace to ya.
Some time ago, when I couldn’t find the right answers to my questions about the extent of suffering in my life and the world around me. A friend told me “it’s the greatest artists that endured the greatest suffering”
So in a way our experiences benefit us. Makes us better people. While some live life easy and have no idea how it’s like to go against troubles in life – we’re here ready for the worst. You’re going to be great as long as you surpass suffering and use it to become better, deeper, much more meaningful than someone who chose the easy route.
if suicide was easy. i dont think any of us would be here