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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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I identified with quite a lot of that, and that is a bad thing.
May I ask what you're doing at the moment?
May I ask what you're doing at the moment?
I don't care what happens to me or why. I'm well beyond that.
I don't give a toss. Because as far as I can tell, there is so very little in life worth living for, that there is no effective point in making the effort.
Much better to live like the rest of the lemmings and avoid all the bitter disppointment of leading a life.
I don't give a toss. Because as far as I can tell, there is so very little in life worth living for, that there is no effective point in making the effort.
Much better to live like the rest of the lemmings and avoid all the bitter disppointment of leading a life.
Surely taking that view means you leave yourself open to being a "victim"?
I'm not ragging on you at all, but personally I find if I operate in that "why does everything happen to me?" mindset, then I get sucked down into a cycle of negativeness?
I believe in life that you need to pursue the things you want - again dont take this as anything other than me talking about what works for me, not everyone.
My mum's a classic example, she has that whole "everything goes wrong for me" aura and walks about under a cloud, she seems to attract crap.
It's not saying lead a gormless, happy smiling life all the time, because life can punch you in the balls on a regular basis. It's a lot easier to sink back and think "Well what's the point" than it is to stand up, take the knock and carry on.
I'm not ragging on you at all, but personally I find if I operate in that "why does everything happen to me?" mindset, then I get sucked down into a cycle of negativeness?
I believe in life that you need to pursue the things you want - again dont take this as anything other than me talking about what works for me, not everyone.
My mum's a classic example, she has that whole "everything goes wrong for me" aura and walks about under a cloud, she seems to attract crap.
It's not saying lead a gormless, happy smiling life all the time, because life can punch you in the balls on a regular basis. It's a lot easier to sink back and think "Well what's the point" than it is to stand up, take the knock and carry on.
Changes? Liek what?
Change jobs? In this economic climate? If I leave my job, I'll end up working in Macdonalds, which won't pay the rent, eventually leading to a move to wales to go back n with my parents.
North Wales, land of opportunity. There the last embers of my career will fade to ash.
Change jobs? In this economic climate? If I leave my job, I'll end up working in Macdonalds, which won't pay the rent, eventually leading to a move to wales to go back n with my parents.
North Wales, land of opportunity. There the last embers of my career will fade to ash.
Insane Bartender wrote:
> Right now my dreams are anything but the life I'm leading.
>
> But there is no escape from fate itself.
Not unless you make some changes. Get some balls fer Christ's sake!
> Right now my dreams are anything but the life I'm leading.
>
> But there is no escape from fate itself.
Not unless you make some changes. Get some balls fer Christ's sake!
Right now my dreams are anything but the life I'm leading.
But there is no escape from fate itself.
But there is no escape from fate itself.
I wanted to ask that. But I didn't dare.
What are your dreams?
No sarcasm, I'm interested.
No sarcasm, I'm interested.
Like I said, few people get to live their dreams. While you may be well on the road to yours, mine are beyond reach.
I think it sounds so much like a cliche, but "life is what you make it", and for me that holds true.
I've seen things and been on adventures that I'll never forget. I dont measure my success or life against anyone else's but my own, and I (for the most part) love what I do with my days/weeks/months/lives.
Maybe it's almost being killed in a car accident that gave me appreciation?
I dont waste time on mundane things, go along with stuff just "for the sake of it" or any of the other crap I see so many others get bogged down with.
I'm not saying I have the answers for anyone but myself, and that's all I can do.
Take my band. We've been recording for months and have enough interest from labels to know we're on our way.
But even if that never happens, I've played gigs I'll never forget. Moments that have transcended any notion of what we're supposed to enjoy or take from life.
Like tomorrow night, we're playing The Barfly.
And we've been getting phone calls all month from people confirming they're coming etc.
Tomorrow I'll wake up when I want to, spend the morning relaxing with video games and listening to music. I'll make my way to the venue about 3pm and soundcheck, then wander off for some food.
People start to arrive about 7pm and from that point, I'm surrounded by my mates, my band and complete strangers that have taken time from their lives to come and see us play our music to them.
Best feeling in the world.
10pm will come, and we'll get onstage and take our place. And for the next 45 mins we'll be someplace a lot of people may never reach - absolute and total happiness.
To be with my boys, in the moment and look out to see crowds of people singing and dancing, clapping and cheering means I can tolerate all the dull work stuff.
Plus a girl that I'm absolutely straining at the leash for is coming to watch, and I know that seeing me with a big stupid grin and giving it Keith-Moon will result in Goatboy getting naked.
I sound so goddamn poncy I know, but that's my point:
What I make of my life may not sound like anything special to anyone else, but I wouldnt trade it for anything.
I spent a few years being confused and miserable until I realised I should judge my life by no other standard than my own.
Compare yourself to the next person and you'll always come away with the nagging feeling something's amiss.
Take yourself for your own merits and life ain't that much of a burden anymore.
Just an opinion though,I could be wrong.
(not for me though)
I've seen things and been on adventures that I'll never forget. I dont measure my success or life against anyone else's but my own, and I (for the most part) love what I do with my days/weeks/months/lives.
Maybe it's almost being killed in a car accident that gave me appreciation?
I dont waste time on mundane things, go along with stuff just "for the sake of it" or any of the other crap I see so many others get bogged down with.
I'm not saying I have the answers for anyone but myself, and that's all I can do.
Take my band. We've been recording for months and have enough interest from labels to know we're on our way.
But even if that never happens, I've played gigs I'll never forget. Moments that have transcended any notion of what we're supposed to enjoy or take from life.
Like tomorrow night, we're playing The Barfly.
And we've been getting phone calls all month from people confirming they're coming etc.
Tomorrow I'll wake up when I want to, spend the morning relaxing with video games and listening to music. I'll make my way to the venue about 3pm and soundcheck, then wander off for some food.
People start to arrive about 7pm and from that point, I'm surrounded by my mates, my band and complete strangers that have taken time from their lives to come and see us play our music to them.
Best feeling in the world.
10pm will come, and we'll get onstage and take our place. And for the next 45 mins we'll be someplace a lot of people may never reach - absolute and total happiness.
To be with my boys, in the moment and look out to see crowds of people singing and dancing, clapping and cheering means I can tolerate all the dull work stuff.
Plus a girl that I'm absolutely straining at the leash for is coming to watch, and I know that seeing me with a big stupid grin and giving it Keith-Moon will result in Goatboy getting naked.
I sound so goddamn poncy I know, but that's my point:
What I make of my life may not sound like anything special to anyone else, but I wouldnt trade it for anything.
I spent a few years being confused and miserable until I realised I should judge my life by no other standard than my own.
Compare yourself to the next person and you'll always come away with the nagging feeling something's amiss.
Take yourself for your own merits and life ain't that much of a burden anymore.
Just an opinion though,I could be wrong.
(not for me though)
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