I swear to God, if we're not already in hell I'd be honestly surprised

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This shyt just doesn't make any sense.

So, we live to build up relationships, wealth, health but we slowly lose it all.

Each and every one of our friends, family, significant others, EVERYONE will die. You will witness this one by one until you yourself die.

All that you worked for, the house you bought, cars, all of that, will be nothing to you as you die.

Your body will slowly betray you, you become unrecognizable externally to what you used to look like, with your mind slowly diminishing as well where simple tasks such as entering and exiting a vehicle is a time consuming and difficult task, one misstep and tumble can cause you grave injury or maybe even death. Your mind will slowly fade, you will lose who you are. That's if some other crazy disease that may randomly hit you doesn't cripple you or take you out earlier.

Just what in the fukk is this? The slow push into the abyss. People say it's a blessing to be alive, be grateful for another day but for what??

It's just one of those nights, sitting alone in my thoughts just contemplating all this shyt. This shyt is fukking hell. A slow tortured hell.

Seeing your parents getting old. Not as snappy ad they once were. Losing friends. Family members. Your own creeping aches and pains, disinterests, slowly building ability of not being able to give a fukk about a single thing about this pointless, fukking, existence.

This shyt is just crazy to me. We have got to be in hell. Why the fukk are we here man.
 

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Once we get rid of the fear of death, we can learn to appreciate the beauty of the world :banderas::ohlawd::ooh::krs:

And you know this:wow:. Reminds me of a blog that I did last year talking about embracing a life of pain. We as people always desire this weird façade when it comes down to living, but fail to understand the troubles that come with living. As a soul survivor who is a walking testimony especially in these dire times of chasing a dream...I learned that what can you do except appreciate the surroundings around you because life is good.


I was always told throughout my life, why I always looking serious or tired? I would say that it is the way that I looked, I can not help such a look. Another question, why are you so serious and look at life a certain way? Maybe because that is the cross that I do not realize that I am carrying. Look, I can not help being a pessimist about how growth is involving the ways of the world.

I try to confide myself in the fruits of forget. I play my video games, listen to my music, and even do the most overrated suggestion known to man…going outside. Yet, the feeling of pain keeps me afloat and it balances out the strength to my strong focus. I treat life like a Sun Tzu method of survival, which my wife tends to hate me for regardless of how much she sugarcoats the feeling.

Rebellion and mentally sleeping with one eye open expecting the worst possible life altering moment to shine upon my broken spirit. It is hard to find a piece of refuge because I enjoy the feeling of pain. Not on a level of self-harm, but more so a stride in gathering every bad thought known to existence. Allowing one sour second to dictate an entire day so I can carry that issue throughout the years of living on this planet.

Is this healthy, of course not, but if I told you that this has always kept me sane, it would make you raise an eyebrow. Like singers who struggled with drugs that create the most complexed pieces of work, I walk the same path but drug free. My addiction is knowing the fact that the world will end, and I will be sitting on the rooftop listening to a James Blake album hoping I get first dibs on the frontlines of destruction.

Yet, I go to sleep like a baby, wake up and troll my wife, and goof off with my son because I am human. I am not a miserable glum, but a man trying to wait for his train to go to a better destination. I been waiting for so long I curse in midair, but guess what… I do not mind the wait, but do not get bent out of shape at my frustration. Do you not know how long I been waiting for this train? It seems like forever since I last seen the light at the end of the tunnel so I can head to my next destination.

So please allow me to have this one moment of a head against the wall session. I will not take forever if you do not complain about the noise. I live like a walking five o clock shadow with no razers in sight. But it is okay though because it motivates me to stay above ground. Giving up on life I have no courage to do but saying that I am gives me the strength to live another day but silently miserable. You may think I am the sweetest and innocent being known to man, but I am a struggling dreamer that desire pain every time I walk out the door.

One night, I listened to this podcast called “The Lapsed Fan”. A podcast talking about wrestling events in the past. They were discussing a letter that a longtime fan that was about his sister who was killed by her boyfriend. One of the cast members said something that hit me harder than a powerslam to the canvas. “Once you embrace that life is pain, its going to be a long road ahead of you”. Well…I got a full tank of gas and a three-month Spotify trial; I am ready to go this long hard road…

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This shyt just doesn't make any sense.

So, we live to build up relationships, wealth, health but we slowly lose it all.

Each and every one of our friends, family, significant others, EVERYONE will die. You will witness this one by one until you yourself die.

All that you worked for, the house you bought, cars, all of that, will be nothing to you as you die.

Your body will slowly betray you, you become unrecognizable externally to what you used to look like, with your mind slowly diminishing as well where simple tasks such as entering and exiting a vehicle is a time consuming and difficult task, one misstep and tumble can cause you grave injury or maybe even death. Your mind will slowly fade, you will lose who you are. That's if some other crazy disease that may randomly hit you doesn't cripple you or take you out earlier.

Just what in the fukk is this? The slow push into the abyss. People say it's a blessing to be alive, be grateful for another day but for what??

It's just one of those nights, sitting alone in my thoughts just contemplating all this shyt. This shyt is fukking hell. A slow tortured hell.

Seeing your parents getting old. Not as snappy ad they once were. Losing friends. Family members. Your own creeping aches and pains, disinterests, slowly building ability of not being able to give a fukk about a single thing about this pointless, fukking, existence.

This shyt is just crazy to me. We have got to be in hell. Why the fukk are we here man.
What’s crazy is you didn’t even mention how a crazy mishap or freak accident can take us out at any second.

OR

Another crazy human/humans can end us for whatever reason.

Life is a wild ride man, I wonder did we unknowingly sign up for this? :wow:

Or maybe we were sentenced to this :ohhh:
 
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