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I used to think a lot.
No, really. I used to think, about lots of things. When I went completely insane for a year, I have faint memories of writing out a six page essay on why gravity doesn't exist and why it was all made up. It irritates me that I can't find that document.
And there are a lot of questions in this world that if we found we'd all sit around for a very long time and try and work out the answers to. The most frightening thing is that people answer them in their own way, and then they believe their own way works for everyone else.
Now I can tell you for certain that my life isn't for everyone to live, and I'm sure I'll be equally messed up if I tried living yours.
But to be honest I don't care.
And that's what it's beginning to come down to. I think it's called evolving.
Now don't get me wrong, caring has a very fine line. But when six people I don't know, who in fairness have probably lived fantastic lives and have done well for themselves, die in some tradegy, then ok. I think it's pretty bad the world has to lose such people who do seek out so much from life, and well, the only way I'd ever have known they existed is when they die.
And what's it supposed to be? A wake up call? I've had enough of those thank you, so many I can be now be wide awake, and fast asleep. Which I've missed.
And I'd like to introduce you to my life.
Because am I going to miss six people who I've never met? No. Am I going to miss a building full of people who, to my heart, mean absolutely nothing? No. These are people in a world of many, and most of which will never mean a single thing to me.
However, in this massive planet, lies my life. Like the Earth in the universe, it's small, and insignificant. But it's there, and it's mine. And in comparision, I'm probably the smallest of specs on the smallest of glasses that nobody would even notice before pouring in the whiskey. I'm just there, and I'd wash away in the water and the wind.
And it doesn't bother me one bit.
Because my life is important to me. It's not much, it's not really anything. But it's life, and I have lots of little things that make me happy.
I have someone very beautiful and close to me who I love more than anything in my world or any other that I've noticed. I have wonderful friends, who while may find their own lives hard, I'll always be there for them. Because they're part of my world, and I have so much power over my world it's just unbelievable.
You know what's really cool? There are loads of other people on this planet, and while I've never met them and I probably never will, they've all affected me. Because in their little worlds, they've decided to record music, make films, paint pictures. And that's their world, and that's what they do. And I can come along, and I can listen to them, and watch them, and see what they've done, and it can make me smile. It can make me think about my little world and all it's moons which spin around it so fast. It makes me think about all my sunsets and all my sunrises that occur so faster than the ones of this planet.
And while the sun could be rising somewhere right now, it's also setting somewhere else. And yeah, it's beautiful. The sun really is beautiful to this planet. And I love to watch it.
But the most beautiful of sunrises and sunsets have come from my little world. And that's the way it'll always be.
And my world, I carry it around in my coat pocket. It's always there, it's always with me. And me and my world travel around this land, and everywhere I go now, it's home.
And what I think about now, because well, I do still think, is that where I can take my world next. What perhaps I can sit down inside it and do. And make. Because I have the ability to make other people smile. I don't really have any intention of trying to make you live like I do... that'd be silly, I mean, whatever you're happy with and all... but I can show you my world for a little while. I can pluck some things out of it and I can wave them about and it'll make you laugh, then you can find something locked down in the back of your world, and show me, and hell, I'd laugh too.
And there's nothing more than that. We're in a universe, in a tiny little galaxy, on a planet spinning around a sun, in a body that carries our world. And our world is the most important thing of all these. The planet in which we live is ours to own, and it's important also we keep this planet well. Because there's plenty of room here, plenty of room for all the worlds that inhabit it, and plenty of room for more.
So why does it come to reason that there are some people so unhappy with their own little worlds that they decide to end the worlds of others? They forcefully end their lives, end all they've lived for, and take from them their entire live and world. All they live for, all that means to them may mean nothing to someone else... but that's not the point. The point is their world is not yours to control.
The point is while your world may be important to you, it won't be really that important to anyone else. And sometimes you find someone who really finds your world so fascinating, and someone who wants to come and visit your world, and let them in yours. And hell, perhaps you'd want to do the same.
And maybe some worlds will pair off. They don't become one giant bigger world, they just become two worlds that live together in peace.
But well, sometimes it's hard to understand that. Sometimes it's hard to understand that for all that may happening in the world, and all that's going on, the most important thing in the entire world may be the most simple of things to you.
And I see some of you talking about Iraq, and how George Bush is going to bomb everyone, and well, I know I disagree with war, and that's why I marched and that's why I protested. But I'm just a tiny little world in a tiny little planet, and there's not much more I can do.
And I see some of you talking about how futile life is, and some of you may talk about smoking and some of you may talk about games... you talk about films and you talk about everything that's important to you. And that's great, but most of the time it just doesn't interest me, I'm sorry.
Because it's important to you. That on it's own should give you all the pride you need. You may become the chairman of the international league of nose hair plucking, and that to you might be exactly what you've wanted to do all your life, and while nose hair plucking just isn't what I'm looking for in life, I'd be proud for you, so damn proud. Don't expect me to understand the way you feel, but just know that I think it's great you've got something.
Because what've I done? I managed to save a caterpillar's life the other day, that made me so happy. It's my Dad's birthday soon and I'm writing him a letter, and that makes me happy.
The sun shines, it makes me happy. The wind cooling my skin, yeah, that makes me happy too. I'm beginning to play the guitar better, hell, in comparision to some, I'm pathetic, but I can play some things better now, and it makes me happy, and it makes me proud.
And in this simple little life I live, with simple little pleasures that make me so happy, I've come to know some of the most fantastic people that I could ever possibly imagine meeting, and they've made me so happy. And I've had the absolute pleasure to be able to look into other people's worlds for a while, and to learn something but my own world that perhaps I didn't see before.
And I'll continue to get a little depressed sometimes at my world, and I'll continue to giggle at the tiniest of things that make me happy, but all in all, I'll continue to float around inside my world, working on a little to make something I can be proud of.
Because my world? It's fantastic. I love all of it, I love everything in it, and I can accept it all. And while you probably don't live like me, or perhaps you do, the only advice I can give you is to accept your little world. Treat it kind and love it, and you'll find life so much easier.
And my world makes a difference. It's so small, so slight, but it does make a difference.
And for all I've lived for, and for all I've done... if I look back at my world and see how complex yet simple it really is... I feel SO damn proud, if somehow, just somehow, I can affect someone else's little world, and make them live life for the better.
Because people aren't countable. We can be classed as human, we can be classed as people, but we are individuals. We are all seperate worlds spinning. And to affect one person, is incredible. To affect just one person to help them understand themselves a little better, to help them to live their life a little easier, then well, that's all I can ask for.
Because we're not all just skin, bones and a name.
We are all seperate entities living in a beautiful world. We all have voices, and they are all different.
So don't be afraid.
Never be afraid.
You have as much right to live as anyone else. You have as much right to shine as anyone else on this planet.
Shine how you want to shine. Keep searching, keep finding more that makes you happy. And soon you'll realise that so much makes you happy. Even if you've not even seen a tenth of this world, you'll find so much that makes you smile just within that portion.
And the most important thing for me to say is thank you.
The thing that means to most for me to say is thank you.
Because you've shown me so much and you've held me up. You've been there and you've worried and you've talked to me and you've helped me. You've affected the way I live and love and the way I smile. You've changed my perspective and there's not much more I can say to you all but thank you.
So thank you for all you are. Thank you for continuing to live your lives and helping me to live mine.
And tomorrow will just be another day.
No, really. I used to think, about lots of things. When I went completely insane for a year, I have faint memories of writing out a six page essay on why gravity doesn't exist and why it was all made up. It irritates me that I can't find that document.
And there are a lot of questions in this world that if we found we'd all sit around for a very long time and try and work out the answers to. The most frightening thing is that people answer them in their own way, and then they believe their own way works for everyone else.
Now I can tell you for certain that my life isn't for everyone to live, and I'm sure I'll be equally messed up if I tried living yours.
But to be honest I don't care.
And that's what it's beginning to come down to. I think it's called evolving.
Now don't get me wrong, caring has a very fine line. But when six people I don't know, who in fairness have probably lived fantastic lives and have done well for themselves, die in some tradegy, then ok. I think it's pretty bad the world has to lose such people who do seek out so much from life, and well, the only way I'd ever have known they existed is when they die.
And what's it supposed to be? A wake up call? I've had enough of those thank you, so many I can be now be wide awake, and fast asleep. Which I've missed.
And I'd like to introduce you to my life.
Because am I going to miss six people who I've never met? No. Am I going to miss a building full of people who, to my heart, mean absolutely nothing? No. These are people in a world of many, and most of which will never mean a single thing to me.
However, in this massive planet, lies my life. Like the Earth in the universe, it's small, and insignificant. But it's there, and it's mine. And in comparision, I'm probably the smallest of specs on the smallest of glasses that nobody would even notice before pouring in the whiskey. I'm just there, and I'd wash away in the water and the wind.
And it doesn't bother me one bit.
Because my life is important to me. It's not much, it's not really anything. But it's life, and I have lots of little things that make me happy.
I have someone very beautiful and close to me who I love more than anything in my world or any other that I've noticed. I have wonderful friends, who while may find their own lives hard, I'll always be there for them. Because they're part of my world, and I have so much power over my world it's just unbelievable.
You know what's really cool? There are loads of other people on this planet, and while I've never met them and I probably never will, they've all affected me. Because in their little worlds, they've decided to record music, make films, paint pictures. And that's their world, and that's what they do. And I can come along, and I can listen to them, and watch them, and see what they've done, and it can make me smile. It can make me think about my little world and all it's moons which spin around it so fast. It makes me think about all my sunsets and all my sunrises that occur so faster than the ones of this planet.
And while the sun could be rising somewhere right now, it's also setting somewhere else. And yeah, it's beautiful. The sun really is beautiful to this planet. And I love to watch it.
But the most beautiful of sunrises and sunsets have come from my little world. And that's the way it'll always be.
And my world, I carry it around in my coat pocket. It's always there, it's always with me. And me and my world travel around this land, and everywhere I go now, it's home.
And what I think about now, because well, I do still think, is that where I can take my world next. What perhaps I can sit down inside it and do. And make. Because I have the ability to make other people smile. I don't really have any intention of trying to make you live like I do... that'd be silly, I mean, whatever you're happy with and all... but I can show you my world for a little while. I can pluck some things out of it and I can wave them about and it'll make you laugh, then you can find something locked down in the back of your world, and show me, and hell, I'd laugh too.
And there's nothing more than that. We're in a universe, in a tiny little galaxy, on a planet spinning around a sun, in a body that carries our world. And our world is the most important thing of all these. The planet in which we live is ours to own, and it's important also we keep this planet well. Because there's plenty of room here, plenty of room for all the worlds that inhabit it, and plenty of room for more.
So why does it come to reason that there are some people so unhappy with their own little worlds that they decide to end the worlds of others? They forcefully end their lives, end all they've lived for, and take from them their entire live and world. All they live for, all that means to them may mean nothing to someone else... but that's not the point. The point is their world is not yours to control.
The point is while your world may be important to you, it won't be really that important to anyone else. And sometimes you find someone who really finds your world so fascinating, and someone who wants to come and visit your world, and let them in yours. And hell, perhaps you'd want to do the same.
And maybe some worlds will pair off. They don't become one giant bigger world, they just become two worlds that live together in peace.
But well, sometimes it's hard to understand that. Sometimes it's hard to understand that for all that may happening in the world, and all that's going on, the most important thing in the entire world may be the most simple of things to you.
And I see some of you talking about Iraq, and how George Bush is going to bomb everyone, and well, I know I disagree with war, and that's why I marched and that's why I protested. But I'm just a tiny little world in a tiny little planet, and there's not much more I can do.
And I see some of you talking about how futile life is, and some of you may talk about smoking and some of you may talk about games... you talk about films and you talk about everything that's important to you. And that's great, but most of the time it just doesn't interest me, I'm sorry.
Because it's important to you. That on it's own should give you all the pride you need. You may become the chairman of the international league of nose hair plucking, and that to you might be exactly what you've wanted to do all your life, and while nose hair plucking just isn't what I'm looking for in life, I'd be proud for you, so damn proud. Don't expect me to understand the way you feel, but just know that I think it's great you've got something.
Because what've I done? I managed to save a caterpillar's life the other day, that made me so happy. It's my Dad's birthday soon and I'm writing him a letter, and that makes me happy.
The sun shines, it makes me happy. The wind cooling my skin, yeah, that makes me happy too. I'm beginning to play the guitar better, hell, in comparision to some, I'm pathetic, but I can play some things better now, and it makes me happy, and it makes me proud.
And in this simple little life I live, with simple little pleasures that make me so happy, I've come to know some of the most fantastic people that I could ever possibly imagine meeting, and they've made me so happy. And I've had the absolute pleasure to be able to look into other people's worlds for a while, and to learn something but my own world that perhaps I didn't see before.
And I'll continue to get a little depressed sometimes at my world, and I'll continue to giggle at the tiniest of things that make me happy, but all in all, I'll continue to float around inside my world, working on a little to make something I can be proud of.
Because my world? It's fantastic. I love all of it, I love everything in it, and I can accept it all. And while you probably don't live like me, or perhaps you do, the only advice I can give you is to accept your little world. Treat it kind and love it, and you'll find life so much easier.
And my world makes a difference. It's so small, so slight, but it does make a difference.
And for all I've lived for, and for all I've done... if I look back at my world and see how complex yet simple it really is... I feel SO damn proud, if somehow, just somehow, I can affect someone else's little world, and make them live life for the better.
Because people aren't countable. We can be classed as human, we can be classed as people, but we are individuals. We are all seperate worlds spinning. And to affect one person, is incredible. To affect just one person to help them understand themselves a little better, to help them to live their life a little easier, then well, that's all I can ask for.
Because we're not all just skin, bones and a name.
We are all seperate entities living in a beautiful world. We all have voices, and they are all different.
So don't be afraid.
Never be afraid.
You have as much right to live as anyone else. You have as much right to shine as anyone else on this planet.
Shine how you want to shine. Keep searching, keep finding more that makes you happy. And soon you'll realise that so much makes you happy. Even if you've not even seen a tenth of this world, you'll find so much that makes you smile just within that portion.
And the most important thing for me to say is thank you.
The thing that means to most for me to say is thank you.
Because you've shown me so much and you've held me up. You've been there and you've worried and you've talked to me and you've helped me. You've affected the way I live and love and the way I smile. You've changed my perspective and there's not much more I can say to you all but thank you.
So thank you for all you are. Thank you for continuing to live your lives and helping me to live mine.
And tomorrow will just be another day.
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Grix Thraves wrote:
> My life is equal to someone who lives for a few seconds and then
> dies.
>
> My life is equal to someone who lives in complete pain for all their
> life and then dies.
>
> My life is equal to someone who is born with muscles stronger than any
> man alive and becomes the worlds strongest whatsit or whatever.
>
> That's the system I'm using.
>
> These people are not me. From the second they are born, to the second
> they die, they have life. Maybe it's different to the life I have,
> maybe it's different to the life you have. But it's life.
>
> And maybe they can't do the things you can. Maybe they can do things
> that you can't. Maybe they can't really do much at all. But it is
> life.
>
> Maybe mine will be longer, maybe it will be shorter. I have no
> comparision to make, so that's why I won't. I cannot compare my life
> to yours, and that's what you're all trying to do.
>
> You say how life would be different for you if you were born blind.
> You can say how life would be so much different if you couldn't do
> things you can do in this life.
>
> And tell me, on what grounds do you stand? You stand on what you've
> learnt in your life. You've learnt what you understand to be your own
> truth.
>
> Your life is different because you've seen others different to you and
> therefore you can judge perfectly.
>
> Tell me, how does a blind person love? How can someone who can never
> smell the newly cut grass of summer ever smile, truly?
>
> And tell me you've seen all life has to offer and I'll laugh in your
> face.
You are not saying all life is equal, you are saying all life is incomparable. There is a very crucial difference. You are not using a system. You are saying there is no system, which was my original point. Thankyou for making it some mucher clearer.
All life is not equal.
> My life is equal to someone who lives for a few seconds and then
> dies.
>
> My life is equal to someone who lives in complete pain for all their
> life and then dies.
>
> My life is equal to someone who is born with muscles stronger than any
> man alive and becomes the worlds strongest whatsit or whatever.
>
> That's the system I'm using.
>
> These people are not me. From the second they are born, to the second
> they die, they have life. Maybe it's different to the life I have,
> maybe it's different to the life you have. But it's life.
>
> And maybe they can't do the things you can. Maybe they can do things
> that you can't. Maybe they can't really do much at all. But it is
> life.
>
> Maybe mine will be longer, maybe it will be shorter. I have no
> comparision to make, so that's why I won't. I cannot compare my life
> to yours, and that's what you're all trying to do.
>
> You say how life would be different for you if you were born blind.
> You can say how life would be so much different if you couldn't do
> things you can do in this life.
>
> And tell me, on what grounds do you stand? You stand on what you've
> learnt in your life. You've learnt what you understand to be your own
> truth.
>
> Your life is different because you've seen others different to you and
> therefore you can judge perfectly.
>
> Tell me, how does a blind person love? How can someone who can never
> smell the newly cut grass of summer ever smile, truly?
>
> And tell me you've seen all life has to offer and I'll laugh in your
> face.
You are not saying all life is equal, you are saying all life is incomparable. There is a very crucial difference. You are not using a system. You are saying there is no system, which was my original point. Thankyou for making it some mucher clearer.
All life is not equal.
My life is equal to someone who lives for a few seconds and then dies.
My life is equal to someone who lives in complete pain for all their life and then dies.
My life is equal to someone who is born with muscles stronger than any man alive and becomes the worlds strongest whatsit or whatever.
That's the system I'm using.
These people are not me. From the second they are born, to the second they die, they have life. Maybe it's different to the life I have, maybe it's different to the life you have. But it's life.
And maybe they can't do the things you can. Maybe they can do things that you can't. Maybe they can't really do much at all. But it is life.
Maybe mine will be longer, maybe it will be shorter. I have no comparision to make, so that's why I won't. I cannot compare my life to yours, and that's what you're all trying to do.
You say how life would be different for you if you were born blind. You can say how life would be so much different if you couldn't do things you can do in this life.
And tell me, on what grounds do you stand? You stand on what you've learnt in your life. You've learnt what you understand to be your own truth.
Your life is different because you've seen others different to you and therefore you can judge perfectly.
Tell me, how does a blind person love? How can someone who can never smell the newly cut grass of summer ever smile, truly?
And tell me you've seen all life has to offer and I'll laugh in your face.
My life is equal to someone who lives in complete pain for all their life and then dies.
My life is equal to someone who is born with muscles stronger than any man alive and becomes the worlds strongest whatsit or whatever.
That's the system I'm using.
These people are not me. From the second they are born, to the second they die, they have life. Maybe it's different to the life I have, maybe it's different to the life you have. But it's life.
And maybe they can't do the things you can. Maybe they can do things that you can't. Maybe they can't really do much at all. But it is life.
Maybe mine will be longer, maybe it will be shorter. I have no comparision to make, so that's why I won't. I cannot compare my life to yours, and that's what you're all trying to do.
You say how life would be different for you if you were born blind. You can say how life would be so much different if you couldn't do things you can do in this life.
And tell me, on what grounds do you stand? You stand on what you've learnt in your life. You've learnt what you understand to be your own truth.
Your life is different because you've seen others different to you and therefore you can judge perfectly.
Tell me, how does a blind person love? How can someone who can never smell the newly cut grass of summer ever smile, truly?
And tell me you've seen all life has to offer and I'll laugh in your face.
I enjoyed reading that.
Recently I've started to enjoy my life a lot more. At the beginning of starting uni I was probably at my lowest ebb - living at home meant I didn't make that many friends, but to be honest, I didn't really want to. Work started piling up and I really became disillusioned about life - its like I could see it all panning out in front of me, finish uni, get a job, get a house, blach blah blah. But then, rather than moping around looking at life as a glass half empty, I started looking at a glass half full - I went back to enjoying the little things in life, even simple things like looking forward to watching my favourite TV program, or buying sweets for my little sister. Just by stopping and thinking about things and trying not to take in too much of the world around me, I just started doing things I like, and my life has benefitted all the more for it.
Well, sorry to add all that, I just felt like writing it and this seemed like an appropriate thread to do so. Nice to read something uplifting for a change.
Recently I've started to enjoy my life a lot more. At the beginning of starting uni I was probably at my lowest ebb - living at home meant I didn't make that many friends, but to be honest, I didn't really want to. Work started piling up and I really became disillusioned about life - its like I could see it all panning out in front of me, finish uni, get a job, get a house, blach blah blah. But then, rather than moping around looking at life as a glass half empty, I started looking at a glass half full - I went back to enjoying the little things in life, even simple things like looking forward to watching my favourite TV program, or buying sweets for my little sister. Just by stopping and thinking about things and trying not to take in too much of the world around me, I just started doing things I like, and my life has benefitted all the more for it.
Well, sorry to add all that, I just felt like writing it and this seemed like an appropriate thread to do so. Nice to read something uplifting for a change.
If we were all born equal, then we would all have the same genetic code. But we aren't all born equal, which is why some people are born with deformities, illnesses and tendancy towards diseases etc.
There is no way in which we are all born equal unless it is as Simon said, in that we all have one life. But then we have no way of knowing if that is true either
There is no way in which we are all born equal unless it is as Simon said, in that we all have one life. But then we have no way of knowing if that is true either
Grix Thraves wrote:
> We are all born equal. We're just not raised equal.
How are you quantifying life? What system are you using?
We are not born equal. Some people have more potential to be great atheletes, some people have more potential to be great thinkers, some people are born without sight, or born deaf, some people are born with no arms, or legs, some people are born with diseases that mean they won't live to their tenth birthday, some people are not born at all.
How is that equal?
> We are all born equal. We're just not raised equal.
How are you quantifying life? What system are you using?
We are not born equal. Some people have more potential to be great atheletes, some people have more potential to be great thinkers, some people are born without sight, or born deaf, some people are born with no arms, or legs, some people are born with diseases that mean they won't live to their tenth birthday, some people are not born at all.
How is that equal?
So, the person born deaf, dumb and blind is born equal to me?
The person born photosensitive who can never walk in the sunshine is born equal to me?
The person born with brain defects leaving them with a memory akin to a sieve is equal to me?
No. Some of us are born equal, the rest are dealt a very bad poker hand, and many might as well fold.
The person born photosensitive who can never walk in the sunshine is born equal to me?
The person born with brain defects leaving them with a memory akin to a sieve is equal to me?
No. Some of us are born equal, the rest are dealt a very bad poker hand, and many might as well fold.
We are all born equal. We're just not raised equal.
"everyone is born equal"
Yeah. Right.
Yeah. Right.
Grix Thraves wrote:
>
> Life's a gift, sure, we're all equal, yes. Easy to say, harder to
> realise.
>
I don't believe that everyone is born equal, but that all depends how you quantify life. The only way I can see that we are all equal is that you quantify life by the number of lives you have. Everyone has one.
Unless you actually believe the old wives tale then cats are worth nine times everything else.
>
> Life's a gift, sure, we're all equal, yes. Easy to say, harder to
> realise.
>
I don't believe that everyone is born equal, but that all depends how you quantify life. The only way I can see that we are all equal is that you quantify life by the number of lives you have. Everyone has one.
Unless you actually believe the old wives tale then cats are worth nine times everything else.
I like to think of me as:
...
Dunno. I had an idea, but then I started thinking about it, and decided I don't consider myself to be anything.
...
Dunno. I had an idea, but then I started thinking about it, and decided I don't consider myself to be anything.
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