Remember When You Had Hopes And Dreams?

There is no happily ever after. You work most of your life, put up with a bunch of bullshit and drama. Then you get old and sick and die a slow horrific death, all while still dealing with more bullshit. Unless you go crazy and kill yourself first. It doesn't matter how much money you have, how much fucking shit you own. This is our fate. Toys and drugs can only distract you from grim realities for so long.

 

Well......"Happiness" Is Most Certainly Not Your Middle Name......



Cheers Glen.

 

Joy to the world !!

 

Kind of better though I think.

When i think back to teens and my 20s.

Most of the ideas I had for what I wanted to do with my life were pretty fuckin stupid, and I wouldnt have been earning what I am now

Basically every other relative my age or over has a bunch of health problems really because they are too fat.

The key to happiness is have a bunch of money, dont be fat, oh and for the love of god, dont breed

 

I remember hopes and dreams...

 

Yes, I believe it was a Tuesday.

Knowing the reality of life should not keep you from enjoying it.

 

If you're sleepwalking through life, sure
Its all about the little things that you only notice if you're awake and paying attention

 

I hope this is not how you experience life daily

 

Snap out of it. *slap*

 

Well, that's a matter of opinion. I've had some sad moments in life, but I've also had a lot of wonderful things to reflect on.

 

Yes! If I only focused on the things I don't like I'd never be happy again.

 

"If you find yourself in Hell - keep going..."

- Winston Churchill.

 

It happened pretty suddenly. A song came on the radio and I started to sing along as I always do. But my voice cracked and would not respond to the vocal demands of the song. I thought it would pass, as experience has shown that most physical maladies eventually do. But the weeks went by, and no recovery. I was quite saddened by the loss. When I played guitar for anyone, which was a rare occurrence I'd tell them that I don't sing. But I could sing. It's just that I preferred to keep that fact a secret. Singing was for me, and not them. But now it's not for me either. Alone time is not the same now. There's a big empty hole that's hard to ignore. But I keep trying. Maybe . . . just maybe . . . soon.

I suppose being sixty-one has something to do with it. I've heard aging musicians singing their old songs, and they're not able to hit the high notes like before. So they make adjustments, which only serves to remind me of the transitory nature of the whole stage of life here. And then comes the unstoppable realization brought about by my sighting of my own temporal nature. A realization not of who I am, but of who I'm not. This is at once a great relief and a great fear. I'm no longer burdened by this lifelong construction project involving the enhancement of my image, but fearful of the loss of that image nevertheless. Will the relief override the fear, or will the fear override the relief? Either way, I feel even farther away from where ever I had imagined I was going. And so the walls are tumbling down, and there remains the pounding question of how it is that until now, I never touched what I was truly drawn to touch. This is a tragedy, but like myself, the tragedy is also temporal.

 

I find life amazingly interesting and beautiful and look forward to each day as a new adventure. You're right, it doesn't matter how much money you have or how much fucking shit you own. Those attachments are just distractions. It's all a matter of attitude. I saw my brother die a slow horrific death from cancer. Never heard him complain. When his sisters said it wasn't fair, he said "It is what it is". What I heard mostly from him were thoughts on the meaning of life and death. One of his favorites was a line from Nietzsche: "He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how." Thoughts like that kept him going. He thought he had a why to live, to the last gasp. He started off with nature walks, and when he couldn't do that, he found it, he said, in trying to model the dying process so others could learn form it. He died surrounded by family and friends. I hope I can die that well. Nihilism sucks!

 

i never really had ideas of what to do with my life. but most of the things that everyone else suggested were pretty reasonable, and i'd be pretty well off. but i have to be a contrarian and go do a job that i enjoy. now that's a dumbass idea.

 

Keep life simple

 

Sorry... I don't recall.

 

I was going to be a high school math teacher...before I started smoking weed.

 

I've still got a lot of hopes and dreams.