we're all going to die.
all of our friends and family are going to die and leave us feeling sad and alone,
and as cold as it sounds, it's a selfish sadness--we cry because we'll miss them
while we should be laughing and celebrating the fact that these people that we love
have, at least momentarily, escaped the mortal coil,
all the bullshit, pain, suffering, sadness, witnessing injustice with silent tongues,
falling victim to the illusions of power, greed, vanity and so forth.
it's only natural to wonder what the point of life may be,
considering everyone who has ever lived has died; the story only has one ending
from the perspective of the living. there is no point and that's the point.
it's easy to focus on death, fall into a cycle of sadness and depression,
repellent woe and cynicism and apathy, but i believe that's the only way to truly waste life.
it is easy to be caught in that sticky web of morbidity and it feels like a warm blanket,
but it's anti-productive and it's a ridiculous, circular path.
we know the things we are conditioned to regard as negative are out there,
but while we're here and caught in the midst of this thing, doesn't it only make sense to enjoy what is enjoyable?
pleasure and pain, heaven and hell are balanced, you take one with the other,
and nothing exists without its opposite; the person who rides the teeter-totter alone fails.
personally i believe in no eternal afterlife destination--it's all here, and it's all about experiencing everything along the way.
it's easier to laugh than cry--deny laughter and the world laughs at you.
of course it's not my place to tell anyone how to think, act or feel or even assume that my way is better for anyone other than myself--it took me years to realize the simplicity of happiness.
i'd much rather walk the path with my head up, avoiding as many rough spots as possible and accept the fact that they're not all avoidable than to dwell in a swirling toilet of sadness.
yeah, people who constantly maintain a facade of happiness and nicety are mostly painfully annoying,
but i can tolerate someone going through the motions of being a cheerleader for positivity than those who wear a dark cloud and cry all day.
how fucking annoying is that anyway?
all of our friends and family are going to die and leave us feeling sad and alone,
and as cold as it sounds, it's a selfish sadness--we cry because we'll miss them
while we should be laughing and celebrating the fact that these people that we love
have, at least momentarily, escaped the mortal coil,
all the bullshit, pain, suffering, sadness, witnessing injustice with silent tongues,
falling victim to the illusions of power, greed, vanity and so forth.
it's only natural to wonder what the point of life may be,
considering everyone who has ever lived has died; the story only has one ending
from the perspective of the living. there is no point and that's the point.
it's easy to focus on death, fall into a cycle of sadness and depression,
repellent woe and cynicism and apathy, but i believe that's the only way to truly waste life.
it is easy to be caught in that sticky web of morbidity and it feels like a warm blanket,
but it's anti-productive and it's a ridiculous, circular path.
we know the things we are conditioned to regard as negative are out there,
but while we're here and caught in the midst of this thing, doesn't it only make sense to enjoy what is enjoyable?
pleasure and pain, heaven and hell are balanced, you take one with the other,
and nothing exists without its opposite; the person who rides the teeter-totter alone fails.
personally i believe in no eternal afterlife destination--it's all here, and it's all about experiencing everything along the way.
it's easier to laugh than cry--deny laughter and the world laughs at you.
of course it's not my place to tell anyone how to think, act or feel or even assume that my way is better for anyone other than myself--it took me years to realize the simplicity of happiness.
i'd much rather walk the path with my head up, avoiding as many rough spots as possible and accept the fact that they're not all avoidable than to dwell in a swirling toilet of sadness.
yeah, people who constantly maintain a facade of happiness and nicety are mostly painfully annoying,
but i can tolerate someone going through the motions of being a cheerleader for positivity than those who wear a dark cloud and cry all day.
how fucking annoying is that anyway?