sadness kills?
rop7...@mail.telepac.pt
It's that as possible as I think that is?
Lilylove.
goat.pax
Life ends up as a dud or an anti climax, when originally it was supposed
to be a firecracker, yah right, that's what we hope for.
I still can't find any purpose after years of being a chameleon and
trying on different hats. So many choices seem to be a sell-out.
And let's not forget about the mediocrity of day to day living.
oh....
I constantly try to change and grow, but I am still not comfortable on
this plane.
I long for hope and fulfillment.
I wonder if I am just a failure.
Should I compromise myself more than I already have?
Sorry if I sound like a Morrissey hack, I just can't help it.
matisse
"goat.pax" wrote:
> Life never seems to turn out as planned.
> Life ends up as a dud or an anti climax, when originally it was supposed
> to be a firecracker, yah right, that's what we hope for.
> I still can't find any purpose after years of being a chameleon and
> trying on different hats. So many choices seem to be a sell-out.
> And let's not forget about the mediocrity of day to day living.
> oh....
> I constantly try to change and grow, but I am still not comfortable on
> this plane.
> I long for hope and fulfillment.
> I wonder if I am just a failure.
> Should I compromise myself more than I already have?
> Sorry if I sound like a Morrissey hack, I just can't help it.
life never turns out how we plan, for life is life, and even if we were in
control, it still wouldn't turn out as we plan, for we are giant dice as
well. chance and fate, walking hand in hand. everything is always a
firecracker. you never know if it is going to go off or if the fuse will
just fade away.
ironically, we always get where we need to go.
still, we must ask ourselves everyday, "how do i like my shoes!"
sometimes getting new one's isn't enough, sometimes we must take the one's
we have and make them as lovely as possible.
strangely, the only hope and faith we need is hope and faith in ourselves
and in life, for it does always get us where we need to go, even if we don't
appear to have any clue as to where that might be. We usually don't get to
pick which doorways open up before us, and we normally don't get a say in
whether the door at the end of the hallway is locked or if there is another
on the other side that can hear our knock.
oddly, i have come to appreciate the doorway, not knowing what is on the
other side, and not knowing if another will be on the other side, and if so,
if they will be able to hear my knock. this is where blood flows, this is
where fuses are lit and set off.
sometimes you just have to jump and have the faith and hope that you will
land, for we always do.
Life is like skiing down a mountain, you never are really sure what is
coming next, it might be a slippery patch of ice, or a bunch of moguls. it
might even be another laying on the ground, in need of assistance.
sometimes you must pause and pick up another's pole for them, other times
you might have to help another get their shoes back on. occasionally, your
own shoes fall off and you have to put them back on. on rare occasions,
you might see another ski off the run into the trees, with your heart racing
and fear as your only real emotion.
sometimes you get so weak that you just cannot pause or wait, you can feel
Life chipping away at your soul, slowing ripping it to pieces. sometimes
your heart does break in two. but with each chip and with each break,
something new can grow. sometimes it takes death and destruction for birth
to occur.
DP
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> ironically, we always get where we need to go.
There's no "we always get" in life.
You may have been getting to where you needed to go,
but I don't recall that to have ever happened in my life.
> sometimes you just have to jump and have the faith and hope that you will
> land, for we always do.
That's not true. Some don't land and they're gone.
> sometimes it takes death and destruction for birth to occur.
Listened closely to the Power Of Goodbye by Madonna did ya?
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bah_souppot
<goat...@gateway.net> wrote:
>Life never seems to turn out as planned.
>Life ends up as a dud or an anti climax, when originally it was
supposed
>to be a firecracker, yah right, that's what we hope for.
>I still can't find any purpose after years of being a chameleon
and
>trying on different hats. So many choices seem to be a
sell-out.
>And let's not forget about the mediocrity of day to day living.
>oh....
>I constantly try to change and grow, but I am still not
comfortable on
>this plane.
>I long for hope and fulfillment.
>I wonder if I am just a failure.
>Should I compromise myself more than I already have?
>Sorry if I sound like a Morrissey hack, I just can't help it.
>>
>> I think sadness it's killing me bit by bit...
>> It's that as possible as I think that is?
>>
>> Lilylove.
>
>
of the day you catch me.
Problem is...hmmm...I didn't know what I wanted. I would see a
representation of what I wanted in a job or a person and I would
say I have to have that, that's where I go, that is what I will
do , etc.
I stopped dropping the thing or things I wanted---the physical
representations of them. Just decided that the *thing* was never
the thing, it never worked out in the end.
Now, I try to figure out why something appeals to me, what is
a basic characteristic of that thing and store it in my memory
bank.
Then I let it go, especially if it is something that really
appeals to me.
Any opportunity to the *thing* itself disappears. The door
closes.
..then oddly enough, some other door opens.
The problem with going after the *thing* is that the attributes
that appeal to you so much may make you ignore the other things
that you should pay attention to. The things that will clobber
you in the end.
With the *thing* you see, there is always an end, it may not be a
very good one.
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matisse
"Ż`·._Ż`·._"@_.·´Ż_.·´Ż wrote:
> I was, like, "No way!" and *matisse* was all:
>
> > ironically, we always get where we need to go.
>
> There's no "we always get" in life.
> You may have been getting to where you needed to go,
> but I don't recall that to have ever happened in my life.
>
you are missing my point. everything is in the reading, right? if this be the
case, then we do get where we need to go, even if we have no clue as to where
or what that might be.
i am no where near where i had thought i would be, but i am where i need to be.
it is all in how you want to look at it.
>
> > sometimes you just have to jump and have the faith and hope that you will
> > land, for we always do.
>
> That's not true. Some don't land and they're gone.
>
i suppose, but i don't really know of any real cases where that has occured.
>
> > sometimes it takes death and destruction for birth to occur.
>
> Listened closely to the Power Of Goodbye by Madonna did ya?
> --
i am not familiar with that song. just too many years of reading
existentialist philosophers.
dp
matisse
bah_souppot wrote:
"in the end one loves one's desire and not what is desired"
Pookiehead2
bah_souppot <ckasianiu...@home.com.invalid> wrote in message
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As a child I wanted many things.
A long black Lincoln Continental, with sultry, (big city,) music playing
inside, on a great stereo.
A cabin cruiser, with many people on board, drinking Pina Coladas.
A house that looked like a village with short covered bridges, (that
spanned a twisting stream,) between each room, that had more sliding
glass than wall.
"The Great Books of the Western World," bound in leather, with gold
edges.
A pipe organ the size of an entire room, with pipes that were as tall as
the roof.
A fast motorcycle, without helmet and ginger bread, and not a hog.
Some clothing that looked good on me.
There were some *things* that I hoped for.
One good friend.
One good relationship.
Work I could live with.
Understanding.
and . . .
a few *things* that I dreamed of.
An end to racism, inequality, and intolerance.
An end to war, capital punishment, and starvation.
But inside what I really wanted was for the violence to stop.
I thought that through meditation I could stop violence, but I was only
able to keep it at a distance for a time.
It took fifteen years to stop the violence at home, a little longer to
end it in school, and more time to get out alive from a war. The
violence subsided for awhile when I dropped out of it all, but then I
needed to work, and polite violence began; although I've never figured
out what is polite about playing politics to take another person's
living from them.
I don't recommend any of this because it has led to nothing but sadness.
The sadness has been salted with a few moments of love, and pleasure,
but love, and pleasure have only served to remind me of what I don't
know. The sadness has a remained constant throughout.
Patrick Vest
matisse wrote:
"in the end one loves one's desire and not what is desired"
Hey, who said that?
Pat...it's shockingly accurate, at least of my life.