Why are so many people scared? The only thing you should fear is yourself. Too many times have I asked why and never received a story, or even just an explanation. This isn’t another sad story, another depressing post, this is a question. One day I will die, one day we all will die, but why are we so eager? There’s so much in this world left for our minds to explore. People need exploration, they need answers. I want to start a movement, a revolution. I want to make people happy. I want to see people I have never seen smile smiling. You don’t know what I am talking about? Well let me tell you what I want. I want you to post your reasons for being on this site and then I want you to list what is holding you back from moving on. Then move on. I am going to create a site where you post happiness. What’s so bad about happiness, what’s so bad about sadness? nothing. The only thing wrong is that this site is constantly negative. I say we make a change and advance in humanity, advance our minds and create new perspectives, new angles, switch it up and fix it. Life is always a puzzle, but we can solve it with each others help and encouragement. Post your happy memories in the comments, post your bad memories, share your story. 🙂
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Fearing the inevitable is an exercise in futility. There’s nothing to be scared about when the story ends the same way for all of us.
We’re born, we live, then we die. If you’re a plant, a fungus, a fish or a human being, that’s how it goes. Fear has nothing to do with it. (Unless you believe in an after-life or a before-life. If that’s the case, then someone else has brainwashed you into fearing unproven, superstitious mythical claims. Your thoughts have been conveniently provided for you by the brainwashed converts who seek to control you).
Happiness, sadness, indifference, it’s all good. It’s like the seasons; they all exist and we weather ’em all. There’s nothing we can do except tolerate our present set of circumstances.
I’ve never thought of life as a game; no one wins. We all die, and the “game” ends, it doesn’t matter how many points you scored. There’s no puzzle piece that alters that inevitable outcome, we just get a Game Over epitaph. 🙂
What a nice thought.
My story: my parents are obsessed with me, they abuse me and force me to do a lot of things, some horrible, some humiliating, some boring.
What’s holding me back: them
Holding me back from… what? Nothing, I don’t have a future. I don’t see a future for me.
Way out: Death. It’s the only one. I can’t escape, I’ve tried so many times and failed. They always catch me.
You seem like a nice person. If you really want to keep that positivity, you should stay away from here. Have a nice day.