I wonder how death feels like. I wonder how death tastes like. Would it be as sweet as they say?
I wonder how it feels when my ears can no longer hear the sound of my heart beat, my eyes no longer searching for light. I wonder how it feels to not have all the bitter memories playing in my head on constant replay and replay and … It will all STOP!!! Me and everything that makes me who I am will just stop. The morning after I’ve stopped to exist would be just like any other morning that came before that.
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I don’t know you or anything but whoever you are….it seems you’re attaching a lot of romance to death and that is scary to read. Got damn.
The morning after you die will be like any other morning but what does that even mean? If you were satisfied with your station in life wouldn’t the sun rise in the same manner as if you were dissatisfied?
dopeless, Just having a tough week, so let it be…Never thought what i wrote sounds romantic.. sorry to scare u. I’m just heart broken..
The remark about the “morning after ..” is just a way of saying how the world will go on.. how the loss of one life will not make a dent in the order of things .. and YES the sun will still rise from the east ……
I guess there is a lot of dipshits out there who think otherwise (the sun will rise if I’m gone?!?! Lies!) and you have to deal with these people on a daily basis- which is tiresome. If you could read their thoughts, you’d hear a song:
me and mike, we work in mine
holy shit, we have good time!
once a week we get our pay
holy shit, no work next day!
That song made me laugh
its by kurt vonnegut- genius!
ten thousand “ommmmmms” sent your way.
I didn’t think you were romanticising death but attempting to express something deeper.
Sorry you’re having a tough week.
Your post reminded me of a song by Five for Fighting – The Riddle
I like the line:
“Dad I’m big but we’re smaller than small,
in the scheme of things,
well we’re nothing at all,
Still every mother’s child sings a lonely song,
So play with me, come play with me.â€
Bigger than big smaller then small, how is it that we can experience both at the same time. Let’s play.
Our broken heart fills our world that at the same time continues.
Our heart filled with joy, fills our world that at the same time continues,
Why is it that we experience our joy as keeping the world turning but expect that our pain will stop it?
Can we play?
Its bitter sweet, life is bitter sweet, come play.
“I guess we’re big and I guess we’re small
If you think about it man you know we got it all
Cause we’re all we got on this bouncing ball
And I love you free
I love you freelyâ€
When you awaken to the realisation that life is both, big and small, bitter and sweet… can you taste the tang of melancholy… almost satisfying empty fullness. To wonder what death might be is to wonder about life.
The loss of innocence… do we grieve this loss of innocence, even if it makes us more real?
When you awaken to that realisation there is sweetness to the sadness, can we love both the big and the small freely.
Noone can really say what would happen if the thread that is you is ripped from the tapestry of life.The morning after you cease to exist will Not be the same as every other morning.What if you were supposed to save someones life the next morning-or the morning after?Kind of a lame example,but I think you’ll get what Im trying to say.Sometimes we dont know how important we are-or how important we are going to be…
@left22 that was beautiful. i agree that to wonder about death is to wonder about life. U can not think about death without wondering about the value of life and what it means. I like to think I understand life as both ” big and small”, ” bitter and sweet”, however some days “bitter>>>>>Sweet” those days makes me end up here no matter how hard I resist. My mind would wonder…Life hurts only when u r conscious of it. Anyway thanks for ur reply
@sydsmama I get what u mean. I can not predict the future and all the things that was suppose to be done by me will be left undone when i cease to exist. I hope it won’t be saving someone’s life that remains undone. All these ppl in the world perhaps someone else could lend a hand ? 🙂 I am just bitter today perhaps some other day when i’m not feeling so blue I’d think more highly of my existence.
@xylem-You have a pwerful testimony,having been in a place not many(in the big picture)have.That testimony in itself could save many lives.Im glad to hear you re thinking in terms of “perhaps some other day”:-)
@eylem
“However some days….“ Such a simple sentence that says so much and I really do relate.
“Life hurts only when u r conscious of itâ€
I have always suspected that it is the tension between the bitter and the sweet that creates consciousness.
And with consciousness we are evicted from the Garden – Consciousness hurts.
According to the books of wisdom consciousness is our task…. Maybe the best we can do then is to feel it.
“Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is far better than to take things as they come along with patience and equanimity.†– Carl Jung
“As you proceed through life, following your own path, birds will shit on you. Don’t bother to brush it off. Getting a comedic view of your situation gives you spiritual distance. Having a sense of humor saves you.†~ Joseph Campbell