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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:
==================================================
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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Won't you let me talk to you on MSN?
I booked Gareth a doctors appointment this morning so he can talk about his depression to a professional. The doctor can give him some professional help... where it be medication, or a phycologist or whatever else they can do.
He did not go to the appointment. He didn't even cancel it... He just didn't turn up.
He says that as he knows why he has the depression, he knows how to cure it, and knows what the doctor will say (that he should see a pycologist), so there is no point him attending the appointment.
Now, I have been reading up about depression as this situation we are in is really confusing me. I have read that depression is an illness. It's like a broken leg. You know it hurts, you may even know how you got the broken leg. But whatever you do to try and fix it yourself without professional help, wont work. It is the doctor/surgens place to fix it.
Is this correct in relation to depression? I ask this question of someone who has/had depression and is seeing/saw a doctor for it.
Or is Gareth right? Because he knows why he has depression, he does not need to see a professional to help him as he can solve the depression himself.
He has been depressed since about March/April and things have not got better, they are infact getting worse, slowly.
I am just really worried about him and want to help him, but feel that if he doesnt want professional help, why should I help him. He's admitted he's depressed, should I now wait for him to admit that he needs to see the doctor?
Will the doctor just say he needs to see a phycologist, or will the doctor prescibe him medication? Gaz is not suicidal and has seen a phycologist before and then he stopped going. What does this mean?
Please help, I am really worried about him and dont know where else to turn!
He did not go to the appointment. He didn't even cancel it... He just didn't turn up.
He says that as he knows why he has the depression, he knows how to cure it, and knows what the doctor will say (that he should see a pycologist), so there is no point him attending the appointment.
Now, I have been reading up about depression as this situation we are in is really confusing me. I have read that depression is an illness. It's like a broken leg. You know it hurts, you may even know how you got the broken leg. But whatever you do to try and fix it yourself without professional help, wont work. It is the doctor/surgens place to fix it.
Is this correct in relation to depression? I ask this question of someone who has/had depression and is seeing/saw a doctor for it.
Or is Gareth right? Because he knows why he has depression, he does not need to see a professional to help him as he can solve the depression himself.
He has been depressed since about March/April and things have not got better, they are infact getting worse, slowly.
I am just really worried about him and want to help him, but feel that if he doesnt want professional help, why should I help him. He's admitted he's depressed, should I now wait for him to admit that he needs to see the doctor?
Will the doctor just say he needs to see a phycologist, or will the doctor prescibe him medication? Gaz is not suicidal and has seen a phycologist before and then he stopped going. What does this mean?
Please help, I am really worried about him and dont know where else to turn!
Right now my life is a bit boring to say the least
Get up for school/got to school/come home/eat, drink and play guitar/sleep
Nothing else. Feel out with my friends so I don't go out anymore and have fun which annoys me as I know I'm good company and they're all a bunch of backstabbing, selfish gits. My mate asked me up to his house for Friday, I told him where to go. Once I trust people and they screw me over I can see them the same again.
So all I do is go to school, post here, play guitar and do some stuff all in a crappy little town in Scotland. I like my own company, but when I think too much I usually just get depressed. The only place I act myself is in my house with my family and on here, everywhere else I'm very quiet and keep to myself and in general a miserable little git.
I always look at in a way that it could be a lot worse. I could die or someone I care tomorrow, slip and hurt my back, end up in a wheelchair etc. So I try and take most of it for granted but it doesn't help me realise that I feel I deserve more than this. Not being modest, I'm probably one of the most honest, genuine people you could meet. I'm a good friend and good company, I know I am yet people choose to stab me in the back. I sit on my own aat lunch and read when i know I should be in the other room cracking jokes.
I don't know where my life is going right now, just really waiting to get yo uni next year. Got the grades I need so school is a waste of time. i try to look forward to events, like going to see the Manics next week or Christmas, usually keeps my spirits up. Dreams would be some cliche, like play in a band. When really I know i'll go to Uni, fail to make new friends as I can't trust anyone and probably struggle to find a job, end up in debt and still live in this town.
I try to think otherwise but I'm self-obsessed and think my life's pretty crap at present.
Happy Happy Joy Joy
Get up for school/got to school/come home/eat, drink and play guitar/sleep
Nothing else. Feel out with my friends so I don't go out anymore and have fun which annoys me as I know I'm good company and they're all a bunch of backstabbing, selfish gits. My mate asked me up to his house for Friday, I told him where to go. Once I trust people and they screw me over I can see them the same again.
So all I do is go to school, post here, play guitar and do some stuff all in a crappy little town in Scotland. I like my own company, but when I think too much I usually just get depressed. The only place I act myself is in my house with my family and on here, everywhere else I'm very quiet and keep to myself and in general a miserable little git.
I always look at in a way that it could be a lot worse. I could die or someone I care tomorrow, slip and hurt my back, end up in a wheelchair etc. So I try and take most of it for granted but it doesn't help me realise that I feel I deserve more than this. Not being modest, I'm probably one of the most honest, genuine people you could meet. I'm a good friend and good company, I know I am yet people choose to stab me in the back. I sit on my own aat lunch and read when i know I should be in the other room cracking jokes.
I don't know where my life is going right now, just really waiting to get yo uni next year. Got the grades I need so school is a waste of time. i try to look forward to events, like going to see the Manics next week or Christmas, usually keeps my spirits up. Dreams would be some cliche, like play in a band. When really I know i'll go to Uni, fail to make new friends as I can't trust anyone and probably struggle to find a job, end up in debt and still live in this town.
I try to think otherwise but I'm self-obsessed and think my life's pretty crap at present.
Happy Happy Joy Joy
Insane Bartender you seem to have drastically altered your posting style over thye past week. You have started to post a lot more than you did. Lots of one line answers where before you posted longer posts. You have even posted thing like sticky out tounges and LOLs. You also posted something very bizzare at the weekend which I would like to ask you about, but since both you and Hev won't answer me on MSN I can't.
Whats going on?
Have you been taken over by an alien
:P
Whats going on?
Have you been taken over by an alien
:P
Insane Bartender wrote:
> Much better to live like the rest of the lemmings and avoid all the
> bitter disppointment of leading a life.
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That's so defeatist. I didn't think you were that kind of person IB.
What's that old saying "It's better to die on your feet than live on your knees".
And it's true. You can give up and settle for the things you have instead of trying to stretch but that's not a way of life I can understand at all.
You're blatantly not happy just doing what you're doing, so why not risk it?
What've you got to lose, if things suck that much? Quit your job, right now.
I've done that before, walked out when I found myself just sitting there wondering what I was doing there.
Dont waste anymore time mate, because otherwise you'll look back when you're 50 and wonder where the hell you went to.
Please, dont just meekly sit there and take it.
> Much better to live like the rest of the lemmings and avoid all the
> bitter disppointment of leading a life.
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That's so defeatist. I didn't think you were that kind of person IB.
What's that old saying "It's better to die on your feet than live on your knees".
And it's true. You can give up and settle for the things you have instead of trying to stretch but that's not a way of life I can understand at all.
You're blatantly not happy just doing what you're doing, so why not risk it?
What've you got to lose, if things suck that much? Quit your job, right now.
I've done that before, walked out when I found myself just sitting there wondering what I was doing there.
Dont waste anymore time mate, because otherwise you'll look back when you're 50 and wonder where the hell you went to.
Please, dont just meekly sit there and take it.
I've got more than my own share of dreams. I want to open up some kinda studio for games, movies/animations... I want to get together a production team for such things. I have so many ideas, just no money to get them all together...
It's like this. I want to make things. I am currently making a feature length animation about a story I'm writing. It's my dream that it'll help me to get somewhere, get noticed and get a job, so I can start working, gain experience, and eventually set up my own little animation development placey, Swordspines.
Why?
Because I've got nothing better to do. It makes me happy to make stuff. That's all it is, simple.
If I don't get there? Well, never mind, but as long as I'm still alive, I'll keep trying.
It's really that simple. And to understand that there's nothing better to do but die, I think is one of the final stages of maturity. Accept you're going to die, then go out and do something.
It's like this. I want to make things. I am currently making a feature length animation about a story I'm writing. It's my dream that it'll help me to get somewhere, get noticed and get a job, so I can start working, gain experience, and eventually set up my own little animation development placey, Swordspines.
Why?
Because I've got nothing better to do. It makes me happy to make stuff. That's all it is, simple.
If I don't get there? Well, never mind, but as long as I'm still alive, I'll keep trying.
It's really that simple. And to understand that there's nothing better to do but die, I think is one of the final stages of maturity. Accept you're going to die, then go out and do something.
that shoudl read "wondering why someone has raised a purchase order"
damn e-mails get in the way of everything.
damn e-mails get in the way of everything.
Just travelled for two hours into central London for a 1 hour university lecture (of which I will probably absorb 5%), after which I will be making the same journey home again because I have two essays due in tomorrow.
RM18 wrote:
> May I ask what you're doing at the moment?
I'm at work, why someone has raised a purchase order against our project without out permission, drinking a cup of coffee and sitting under the influence of anti-stress tablets.
You?
> May I ask what you're doing at the moment?
I'm at work, why someone has raised a purchase order against our project without out permission, drinking a cup of coffee and sitting under the influence of anti-stress tablets.
You?
You and the sagacious one should get married and sit in a weird little house thinking about weird little things and having weird little babies.
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