the worst part is our ability to adapt. no matter how much life has belittled you, you still get used to your new miserable status. you hate it, you hate it passionately and you keep thinking about your exit, only to realize that even your hatred and suicidal thoughts are becoming a part of your life and you find yourself getting used to it as well and it goes on forever. I think deep down we all are waiting for a miracle. as if we are laying on a bed of nails hoping it counts for something; that all these suffering will bring us salvation someday.
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Makes me think of Louis CK’s special when he was talking about suicide and asking how are some people still alive with such crappy lives? Like a guy driving around in a car with a broken window and a garbage bag covering it. “What’s keeping that guy from offing himself?” Yeah, we do adapt.
Sermons tell me we are going through this not because God is trying to hurt us, but because HE wants to make us better and stronger. Well, I’m tired.
then I guess the question is ..stronger for what? we are going to take that strength into our graves.
you know, a couple of weeks ago me and a friend were discussing Pantheism and unity. the idea is that we are all extensions of a single consciousness that is experiencing itself through everything. one could ask, for what? what is the goal? though, it’s also said that the answer to this question can not be find trough rationality and reason.