Greetings good citizen, while we are slaves to our imaginations, our dreams (of a better life) are usually just that, dreams.
Think I'm being 'pessimistic?' You'd have good reason to brush off my observations as 'sour grapes'. The guy that keeps beating you with the 'reality stick' has a lot in common with Debbie Downer.
Newsflash: life sucks.
You're fed a steady 'trickle' of 'happy talk', just enough to prevent you from finding a quiet spot and ending it all. Most of the 'good things' that happen to you come with a stiff price tag...sort of taking the sheen off if you hear what I'm saying.
If there is one other place where most of us drift off to when we have just been served another steaming slice of the old fece sandwich, it's the 'why bother'? question.
How ironic is it that the answer is precisely the same as it is for the Spirit in the Sky question.
Even more ironic, the answer is usually Spirit in the Sky itself, talk about 'circle logic'. Ask most people why they don't just end it all and...if they answer you at all (most responses would be varying degrees of sarcasm) a few would invoke 'God's Plan'. [Again, since 'life' is one of God's gifts to us...think about that one for a minute, even the super-well-off, er, 'struggle' with an endless array of choices that could ruin them if they make a mis-step. We have to wonder if this wall to wall hassle we call life isn't more of a 'booby prize'? I mean some gift, right?]
The more practical would (if they believed you weren't messing with them) reply they hang on for those who love them...and that's probably the best answer you're going to get from anybody.
How tragic is it that love is often a matter of degree and seldom 'matches'? [This is a topic for a whole 'nother post so we'll leave it here for now...] But it does point us back towards the title...the proverbial 'exercise in futility'.
Russian philosophers (or just about any of them for that matter but the Russians are reputed to be the 'darkest' of the bunch) state unequivocally that 'Life is Struggle', every day is a contest to survive.
Juxtapose that with your personal rationale...you're here for Skippy [because Skippy wouldn't last very long without you to watch over him/her.]
So which one is it, good citizen? Is it Love or kill or be killed? (the drive to protect those you love, regardless if they love you or not.)
The underlying truth here is to 'a thinking man', life is a comedy...to 'a feeling man' life is a tragedy. Not helpful but it puts it into perspective.
Perhaps suicide is the answer once you tire of endlessly trying to rationalize everything.
And no, good citizen, I am neither suicidal nor homocidal...although probably closer to the latter than the former if I were forced to choose.
I'm nearing the end of my particular exercise in futility...and I have to admit it has (and remains) challenging but because I kept my 'expectations'...reasonable. [The trouble with language is words are often 'imprecise' and only vaguely hint at the writer's true meaning...but then there is understanding, that rarest of beasts!] Sort of jumped the rails there, perhaps it would have been better to say my journey has been 'tolerable'...as opposed to 'satisfying'.
So..if we 'kill for [those we] love', life is indeed a constant (uphill) 'battle without end.'
We don't 'pack it in' because giving up leaves those who depend on us on their own...and alone, nobody has a chance.
There's a lesson there but only a few will learn it. Learning that lesson explains why I pair the terms conservative and whacko...their misconception of socialism is psychotic.
Thanks once again for letting me inside your head,
Gegner
Think I'm being 'pessimistic?' You'd have good reason to brush off my observations as 'sour grapes'. The guy that keeps beating you with the 'reality stick' has a lot in common with Debbie Downer.
Newsflash: life sucks.
You're fed a steady 'trickle' of 'happy talk', just enough to prevent you from finding a quiet spot and ending it all. Most of the 'good things' that happen to you come with a stiff price tag...sort of taking the sheen off if you hear what I'm saying.
If there is one other place where most of us drift off to when we have just been served another steaming slice of the old fece sandwich, it's the 'why bother'? question.
How ironic is it that the answer is precisely the same as it is for the Spirit in the Sky question.
Even more ironic, the answer is usually Spirit in the Sky itself, talk about 'circle logic'. Ask most people why they don't just end it all and...if they answer you at all (most responses would be varying degrees of sarcasm) a few would invoke 'God's Plan'. [Again, since 'life' is one of God's gifts to us...think about that one for a minute, even the super-well-off, er, 'struggle' with an endless array of choices that could ruin them if they make a mis-step. We have to wonder if this wall to wall hassle we call life isn't more of a 'booby prize'? I mean some gift, right?]
The more practical would (if they believed you weren't messing with them) reply they hang on for those who love them...and that's probably the best answer you're going to get from anybody.
How tragic is it that love is often a matter of degree and seldom 'matches'? [This is a topic for a whole 'nother post so we'll leave it here for now...] But it does point us back towards the title...the proverbial 'exercise in futility'.
Russian philosophers (or just about any of them for that matter but the Russians are reputed to be the 'darkest' of the bunch) state unequivocally that 'Life is Struggle', every day is a contest to survive.
Juxtapose that with your personal rationale...you're here for Skippy [because Skippy wouldn't last very long without you to watch over him/her.]
So which one is it, good citizen? Is it Love or kill or be killed? (the drive to protect those you love, regardless if they love you or not.)
The underlying truth here is to 'a thinking man', life is a comedy...to 'a feeling man' life is a tragedy. Not helpful but it puts it into perspective.
Perhaps suicide is the answer once you tire of endlessly trying to rationalize everything.
And no, good citizen, I am neither suicidal nor homocidal...although probably closer to the latter than the former if I were forced to choose.
I'm nearing the end of my particular exercise in futility...and I have to admit it has (and remains) challenging but because I kept my 'expectations'...reasonable. [The trouble with language is words are often 'imprecise' and only vaguely hint at the writer's true meaning...but then there is understanding, that rarest of beasts!] Sort of jumped the rails there, perhaps it would have been better to say my journey has been 'tolerable'...as opposed to 'satisfying'.
So..if we 'kill for [those we] love', life is indeed a constant (uphill) 'battle without end.'
We don't 'pack it in' because giving up leaves those who depend on us on their own...and alone, nobody has a chance.
There's a lesson there but only a few will learn it. Learning that lesson explains why I pair the terms conservative and whacko...their misconception of socialism is psychotic.
Thanks once again for letting me inside your head,
Gegner
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