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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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Well written IB, but I disagree strongly. Your life is what you turn it out to be. If you find playing games and going to work too dreary then why are you still doing it?
Instead visit some faraway lands where there are no computers, and no TV's, a land whose culture is entirely different from ours, and you can experiment with different types of life.
If you want purpose or meaning in life then become a monk trying to reach Nirvana, or join a religion that offers a bright hope for the future.
Ultimately it boils down to yourself. You really cannot complain about life and how bland it is if you are doing nothing to correct the situation.
Instead visit some faraway lands where there are no computers, and no TV's, a land whose culture is entirely different from ours, and you can experiment with different types of life.
If you want purpose or meaning in life then become a monk trying to reach Nirvana, or join a religion that offers a bright hope for the future.
Ultimately it boils down to yourself. You really cannot complain about life and how bland it is if you are doing nothing to correct the situation.
I have thought about it. I don't have the patience to maintain it.
Just out of interest Ib, have you ever considered writing?
It's something of which you're evidently more than capable and it wouldn't require you to quit your job in the current economic climate.
It's something of which you're evidently more than capable and it wouldn't require you to quit your job in the current economic climate.
Bah, life is generally just boring, and I doon't have the patience to maintain the motivation required to do anything about it.
Why bother? There are no wonders, no mysteries, no adventures.
Everything in this world comes pre-wrapped, and I hate it.
Why bother? There are no wonders, no mysteries, no adventures.
Everything in this world comes pre-wrapped, and I hate it.
I believe that I already know 'the meaning of life' if you will, but most of you probably disagree with me so I don't actually know what it's like to feel like you lot, or more specifically IB.
In a way I agree with him, it's very hard to achieve true happiness in life. I believe we can be content, or very happy for moments of our lives, but never truly happy. I'm not really explaining myself, so here's a crappy example...
Before Die Another Day, I think the latest Bond film was called "The World Is Not Enough." I actually think this has some meaning - life can offer some happiness, and some truly great moments. But it won't last forever, and even if you have all the money in the world (and therefore nearly everything you could possibly want), you won't be truly happy. I reckon an undying love between two people is the closest we can be to true happiness during life...I believe true happiness only comes to us when we're dead, and even that depends on how we've lived our current lives...but you don't wanna hear me banter on about that again, most of you know how I feel.
So basically, I just wanna live for those special moments that we have during life, and look forward to what happens after life.
*looks around timidly*
In a way I agree with him, it's very hard to achieve true happiness in life. I believe we can be content, or very happy for moments of our lives, but never truly happy. I'm not really explaining myself, so here's a crappy example...
Before Die Another Day, I think the latest Bond film was called "The World Is Not Enough." I actually think this has some meaning - life can offer some happiness, and some truly great moments. But it won't last forever, and even if you have all the money in the world (and therefore nearly everything you could possibly want), you won't be truly happy. I reckon an undying love between two people is the closest we can be to true happiness during life...I believe true happiness only comes to us when we're dead, and even that depends on how we've lived our current lives...but you don't wanna hear me banter on about that again, most of you know how I feel.
So basically, I just wanna live for those special moments that we have during life, and look forward to what happens after life.
*looks around timidly*
Prozac.
Might be an idea to read what Arwen did in her Depression topic allardini, kinda informative if you can stomach it :) It's got all tihs stuff about what not to say to people, I read it and realised my first post on here was pretty much what not to say.....oops
~~Belldandy~~
~~Belldandy~~
The one thing not to do is be self-piteous. Self-pity is stupid. People don't know how things are until they've experienced them, so only you can save yourself, as no experience is the same.
Arwen Undomiel wrote:
> 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)
No I wasn't, in fact it wasn't until I read further down that you were his girlfriend, or something like that. My point wasn't aimed at you, but just in general.
Life is about having fun and being happy, not all the time obviously, but as much as possible, but too many people do, day in day out, things that make them unhappy that they could change if they were not so worried about other peoples opinions. By my reckoning those opinions aren't worth a damn and should be ignored if that is all that is stopping people doing something.
At University I'm not exactly the most sociable of people, I have about 6 friends I really talk to, and I don't do the clubbing/pubbing thing. I spend as little time there as possible, but enjoy the work and stuff for the course. The rest of my time is spent at home, sometimes on the internet, or on my consoles, watching DVDs, reading, painting wargames miniatures e.t.c and I work at Woolworths part time on entertainments. It only pays £4.63, and well over 80% of the staff are at least twice my age, but they're interesting and great to talk to about anything. They've lived. They're fantastic people to know and far better than a majority of people in the university I go to. I live at home wth my parents, often go to airshows with my dad in the summer, and occasionaly go out with them for the day.
Now to some people this may not seem the greatest of lives, but I'm happy with it all and would not change much of it. I've chosen to do most of it, not been forced. I chose on purpose not to socialise much at university because I see a lot of it as pointless an ont anything like the real world. In a way I agree that we're rarely prepared for the real world by education, especially University.
Until I actually went to work I had the impression education somehow made you a better person, but it doesn't. In many ways it makes you worse, you forget what is really important to people, convinced you somehow know better. I've realised, as part of my job, and from hearing from my mum in her job as a school teaching assistant, just how unfortunate and despearte many lives are - you honestly would not believe some of the things I have seen or been told.
You're obviously close to IB, so you must make him happy and be fun to be around, so this comment wasn't aimed at you, sorry if it seemed like that !
~~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)
No I wasn't, in fact it wasn't until I read further down that you were his girlfriend, or something like that. My point wasn't aimed at you, but just in general.
Life is about having fun and being happy, not all the time obviously, but as much as possible, but too many people do, day in day out, things that make them unhappy that they could change if they were not so worried about other peoples opinions. By my reckoning those opinions aren't worth a damn and should be ignored if that is all that is stopping people doing something.
At University I'm not exactly the most sociable of people, I have about 6 friends I really talk to, and I don't do the clubbing/pubbing thing. I spend as little time there as possible, but enjoy the work and stuff for the course. The rest of my time is spent at home, sometimes on the internet, or on my consoles, watching DVDs, reading, painting wargames miniatures e.t.c and I work at Woolworths part time on entertainments. It only pays £4.63, and well over 80% of the staff are at least twice my age, but they're interesting and great to talk to about anything. They've lived. They're fantastic people to know and far better than a majority of people in the university I go to. I live at home wth my parents, often go to airshows with my dad in the summer, and occasionaly go out with them for the day.
Now to some people this may not seem the greatest of lives, but I'm happy with it all and would not change much of it. I've chosen to do most of it, not been forced. I chose on purpose not to socialise much at university because I see a lot of it as pointless an ont anything like the real world. In a way I agree that we're rarely prepared for the real world by education, especially University.
Until I actually went to work I had the impression education somehow made you a better person, but it doesn't. In many ways it makes you worse, you forget what is really important to people, convinced you somehow know better. I've realised, as part of my job, and from hearing from my mum in her job as a school teaching assistant, just how unfortunate and despearte many lives are - you honestly would not believe some of the things I have seen or been told.
You're obviously close to IB, so you must make him happy and be fun to be around, so this comment wasn't aimed at you, sorry if it seemed like that !
~~Belldandy~~
I thought I was nihilistic and depressed, then I was told that I was just sociopathic and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
I must say that it was wonderfully relaxing to learn that I wasn't just doing something wrong.
I must say that it was wonderfully relaxing to learn that I wasn't just doing something wrong.
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