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I mean, come on.
Get up, go to work, come back, eat, go to bed. Repeat to fade.
They didn't tell us it would be like this. Endless service, with little reward. Do this, do that. Can't say no, or you'll lose your job, and you're even worse off than before.
I remember finger painting in Primary school. Hard to think that finger painting is societies great way of preparing future generations for the workplace, and indeed, society as a whole.
Simple fact is, we aren't prepared for it. Not properly. Which is why life turns out to be such a disappointment for so many.
And those who have come before us who have carved their little níche via their great imaginations do us no great service either. We see movies about space exploration, we read books about great adventures in wonderous lands. Explorations we will never conduct, lands we will never see, adventures we can never have.
We are told wonderous stories of lives that have never happened, lives which are, ultimately, better lived than any we here can achieve. Life holds no magic, no great lore that can give us freedom over evils. We cannot slay our demons, we cannot fight the dark, we cannot save the world.
And so instead we make do by "blending in", becoming a part of the system, just like everyone else. Though we read of great and magnificent individuals, we ourselves become so much a part of the pack that our individuality is all but invisible. We are all victims of modern society. Droned into workhorses by those above us, and then given release by seeing the fruit of other people's imagination. Be it films, books, games, whatever.
Few people get to live their dreams. I know enough to accept that I am not one of those few. I will never be a filmstar, a singer, a leader, a warrior, an adventurer, a saviour. I am destined to be nothing, nobody.
As are most of you. You might as well start accepting it now. Your life is to be run by a combination of work ethics and commercialisation. A shallow, empty and meaningless existence. Destined to merely praise those people who live their dreams as you see the fruits of their work.
Dreams, once so vivid as a child. Dreams which once spoke to me, and told me one day I could be a hero, a celebrity or a king. Dreams once so full of promise and possibility, now only serve to drum in the disappointment of the reality of continued existence. What a crock.
Commitment keeps me going. Gives me the strength I need to ignore my dreams, and carry on the bland disappointment of life. Some do better than I do though. Earn more money, have more holidays, buy more happiness. But while money can buy you holidays, houses, security, and, yes, even love, it cannot bribe the truth, for truth never perishes.
The one truth that burns through the human soul like a disease of despite and depravity. A truth so fundamental, that the vast majority of people refuse to think about it, and indeed block it out by whatever means possible. So many people ignore the truth, and so avoid asking the question that preceeds it. A question so damaging that it has cost the lives of millions of people during human history. Because the answers to the question breed only hollow contempt for the lives we are meaninglessly forced to carry out.
The question so many avoid, and so many others lie to answer is this:
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What is it all for? What is the meaning of life?
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And the answer that breaks so manmy hearts, the killer of millions as those who refuse to believe try to mask the awesome power of the truth is this:
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Nothing. There is no meaning. There is no fundamental purpose for you, for your neighbour, for anyone. Life and death are but one and the same, and your existence is but a drop in the ocean of time; For a moment making some almost indiscernable ripples, but ultimately, ineffectual and meaningless.
All your struggles, all your pains, all your efforts mean nothing.
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Life is the greatest waste of time since time itself began.
IB
Get up, go to work, come back, eat, go to bed. Repeat to fade.
They didn't tell us it would be like this. Endless service, with little reward. Do this, do that. Can't say no, or you'll lose your job, and you're even worse off than before.
I remember finger painting in Primary school. Hard to think that finger painting is societies great way of preparing future generations for the workplace, and indeed, society as a whole.
Simple fact is, we aren't prepared for it. Not properly. Which is why life turns out to be such a disappointment for so many.
And those who have come before us who have carved their little níche via their great imaginations do us no great service either. We see movies about space exploration, we read books about great adventures in wonderous lands. Explorations we will never conduct, lands we will never see, adventures we can never have.
We are told wonderous stories of lives that have never happened, lives which are, ultimately, better lived than any we here can achieve. Life holds no magic, no great lore that can give us freedom over evils. We cannot slay our demons, we cannot fight the dark, we cannot save the world.
And so instead we make do by "blending in", becoming a part of the system, just like everyone else. Though we read of great and magnificent individuals, we ourselves become so much a part of the pack that our individuality is all but invisible. We are all victims of modern society. Droned into workhorses by those above us, and then given release by seeing the fruit of other people's imagination. Be it films, books, games, whatever.
Few people get to live their dreams. I know enough to accept that I am not one of those few. I will never be a filmstar, a singer, a leader, a warrior, an adventurer, a saviour. I am destined to be nothing, nobody.
As are most of you. You might as well start accepting it now. Your life is to be run by a combination of work ethics and commercialisation. A shallow, empty and meaningless existence. Destined to merely praise those people who live their dreams as you see the fruits of their work.
Dreams, once so vivid as a child. Dreams which once spoke to me, and told me one day I could be a hero, a celebrity or a king. Dreams once so full of promise and possibility, now only serve to drum in the disappointment of the reality of continued existence. What a crock.
Commitment keeps me going. Gives me the strength I need to ignore my dreams, and carry on the bland disappointment of life. Some do better than I do though. Earn more money, have more holidays, buy more happiness. But while money can buy you holidays, houses, security, and, yes, even love, it cannot bribe the truth, for truth never perishes.
The one truth that burns through the human soul like a disease of despite and depravity. A truth so fundamental, that the vast majority of people refuse to think about it, and indeed block it out by whatever means possible. So many people ignore the truth, and so avoid asking the question that preceeds it. A question so damaging that it has cost the lives of millions of people during human history. Because the answers to the question breed only hollow contempt for the lives we are meaninglessly forced to carry out.
The question so many avoid, and so many others lie to answer is this:
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What is it all for? What is the meaning of life?
==================================================
And the answer that breaks so manmy hearts, the killer of millions as those who refuse to believe try to mask the awesome power of the truth is this:
==================================================
Nothing. There is no meaning. There is no fundamental purpose for you, for your neighbour, for anyone. Life and death are but one and the same, and your existence is but a drop in the ocean of time; For a moment making some almost indiscernable ripples, but ultimately, ineffectual and meaningless.
All your struggles, all your pains, all your efforts mean nothing.
==================================================
Life is the greatest waste of time since time itself began.
IB
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Nihilism is for people with no friends.
Yes.
Nihilism.
Woo.
Nihilism.
Woo.
Hello, good evening.
Right, where shall i start? I will start by letting you become aware that I too myself have been in a very depressed state of affairs. Here's the good news.... Life does get better!!!!! I was at a stage of having lost my job, my brand new car, my friends, my home and my family were really finding it hard to communicate with me because of my state of mind. They were obviously very worried! I sat for weeks alone sitting there wondering what it was all about and what was the point of life, and yes I contemplated doing something I'm glad I didn't. Feeling this way is the worst feeling in the world, but things do get better. My life now is fantastic, I am happy in my home life, happy in my work life and I now feel I have a direction in life, this to me must be THE PURPOSE OF LIFE. Yes, sometimes things do get a little stressfull and somedays life throws extremely difficult challenges at us, but I now treat life as a game. At first you dont know how to play it, but by making some mistakes along the way enables you to grasp how the GAME is played. We will always have a time when we dont know what to do, but usually there is a way in which we can rise to the challenge. At the end of the day if we have a problem, and we dont know how to handle it, we can always ask someone, be it a friend, relative or even on here! I wont go on anymore, but IB you obviously know who I am so if you wanna talk about anything I will be round soon. You may be thinking that I cant help you, but trust me I had lots of experience in cocking up this game of life. I am alot wiser now!!!!!!!!!
Right, where shall i start? I will start by letting you become aware that I too myself have been in a very depressed state of affairs. Here's the good news.... Life does get better!!!!! I was at a stage of having lost my job, my brand new car, my friends, my home and my family were really finding it hard to communicate with me because of my state of mind. They were obviously very worried! I sat for weeks alone sitting there wondering what it was all about and what was the point of life, and yes I contemplated doing something I'm glad I didn't. Feeling this way is the worst feeling in the world, but things do get better. My life now is fantastic, I am happy in my home life, happy in my work life and I now feel I have a direction in life, this to me must be THE PURPOSE OF LIFE. Yes, sometimes things do get a little stressfull and somedays life throws extremely difficult challenges at us, but I now treat life as a game. At first you dont know how to play it, but by making some mistakes along the way enables you to grasp how the GAME is played. We will always have a time when we dont know what to do, but usually there is a way in which we can rise to the challenge. At the end of the day if we have a problem, and we dont know how to handle it, we can always ask someone, be it a friend, relative or even on here! I wont go on anymore, but IB you obviously know who I am so if you wanna talk about anything I will be round soon. You may be thinking that I cant help you, but trust me I had lots of experience in cocking up this game of life. I am alot wiser now!!!!!!!!!
We are prepared for society, not life. It is assumed we 'know' what to do anyway - or we learnt the hardway.
Life is beautiful. I only believe that in a half-sense, even though I say it myself. I know that things are most of the time, mundane, dull, repetitive, but then again, if there was none of that, you would never know anything special.
I recently studied a Carol Ann Duffy poem called Moments Of Grace. Its about how beauty, modesty and grace appear in the small things - a kiss, a call of a mother - Its all there, just we hardly ever se it.
Life is beautiful. I only believe that in a half-sense, even though I say it myself. I know that things are most of the time, mundane, dull, repetitive, but then again, if there was none of that, you would never know anything special.
I recently studied a Carol Ann Duffy poem called Moments Of Grace. Its about how beauty, modesty and grace appear in the small things - a kiss, a call of a mother - Its all there, just we hardly ever se it.
Life is messed up and irritating. But everything you enjoy is part of life.
Belldandy wrote:
> Thats the whole thing, find something that makes you happy IB and
> ignore anyone who says you're doing the wrong thing. If it makes you
> happy then it's not wrong, and those who would stop you from being
> happy are not worth bothering about, in most cases.
>
> ~~Belldandy~~
Mmmm hope you're not trying to get any digs in about me....???? I give Gaz all the support he needs plus more. I have never stopped him from doing anything he has wanted to do or that makes him happy.... apart from post even naughtier pictures of him in this forum... :o)
> Thats the whole thing, find something that makes you happy IB and
> ignore anyone who says you're doing the wrong thing. If it makes you
> happy then it's not wrong, and those who would stop you from being
> happy are not worth bothering about, in most cases.
>
> ~~Belldandy~~
Mmmm hope you're not trying to get any digs in about me....???? I give Gaz all the support he needs plus more. I have never stopped him from doing anything he has wanted to do or that makes him happy.... apart from post even naughtier pictures of him in this forum... :o)
Thats the whole thing, find something that makes you happy IB and ignore anyone who says you're doing the wrong thing. If it makes you happy then it's not wrong, and those who would stop you from being happy are not worth bothering about, in most cases.
~~Belldandy~~
~~Belldandy~~
Look at it as though the most enjoyement you get out of life is from small things. The whole Tyler Durden thing about your possesions owning you is a bit stupid, most of the time you're unlikely to lose them. If you're in a bad mood, then just sit down, and close your eyes. Think about what makes you happy, and you'll get it back, either physically or within your mind.
That's the point of life. It's not as great as it could be, so enjoying what you can seems best.
That's the point of life. It's not as great as it could be, so enjoying what you can seems best.
Christ someone's majorly depressed....
Anyway I disagree with all of the original post.
Dreams only die if you let them, life only has no meaning if you give it no meaning yourself, nothing is meaningless unless you let it be.
Wallowing in depression only serves to fuel it. If you want to do something then do it, if you want to go somewhere then go. This idea that our lives are commercialised and ran is rubbish and defeatist, commercialisation only exists because people created it to begin with.
Do what you want, what makes you happy, and ignore those who would criticise you.
Come on IB, cheer up :)
~~Belldandy~~
Anyway I disagree with all of the original post.
Dreams only die if you let them, life only has no meaning if you give it no meaning yourself, nothing is meaningless unless you let it be.
Wallowing in depression only serves to fuel it. If you want to do something then do it, if you want to go somewhere then go. This idea that our lives are commercialised and ran is rubbish and defeatist, commercialisation only exists because people created it to begin with.
Do what you want, what makes you happy, and ignore those who would criticise you.
Come on IB, cheer up :)
~~Belldandy~~
I fully accept that there is no meaning, and that every road leads to an empty mansion - I can look this fact straight-in-the-eye and it doesn't bother me.
We're all "doing time on Planet Earth" - surely it's up to our own creativity how we fill in the gaps.
F*F**k meaning! Meaning died and went to hell a long time ago.
We're all ultimately on a road to nowhere, but that doesn't mean the journey can't be interesting.
We're all "doing time on Planet Earth" - surely it's up to our own creativity how we fill in the gaps.
F*F**k meaning! Meaning died and went to hell a long time ago.
We're all ultimately on a road to nowhere, but that doesn't mean the journey can't be interesting.
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