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5 years ago
So things are...kind of weird right now. Ever since the recent passing of my fifteen year old dog spike, I guess you could kind of say that life gave me a good punch in the gut. It was the first real moment of experiencing death of any loved ones of mine, and it absolutely shook me to the core. My head, I feel like, has been re-wired and the emotions I experience now are strangely flamboyant.
To put it short, nothing we do matters as we all come to the same conclusion: Death. Wether you lived it happily, sadly, surviving cancer on countless occasions, it doesn’t matter, we all die. Better to accept it now than never...
It’s about the journey? Not the destination? True. I was incredibly happy regardless of how upset I got as a kid and now to just be able to say that I have my dog. To say that he fought for me time and time again to keep things that way, it makes me incredibly happy, but I need to better myself in understanding that things don’t last forever. Those memories I have of my dog are warm and forever stay warm...
Perhaps that’s the point of life then? To stay warm? To feel, to laugh, to lose, to cry and gain, but most importantly to make memories. I want to do that, I’d really like to, but I’m afraid I’m my own worst enemy at times like many.
Why does it matter to make memories when everyone hates everyone in the world? We leech off the planet and give nothing back, we leech from the poor, the rich even on occasions. We value cleverness over kindness and things only get worst... As nice as making those personal memories are, I at times, feel like it’s selfish when really I should be focusing on bigger problems.
Then there’s the dilemma of whether it’s worth it or not to try. To try and save this messed up place we live in. Discrimination of differences, materialist practiced world... A place where we are too busy arguing with one another about politics and idealogical ways to rule for the future when the present is already so screwed up... That matters, yes, but we have fires, people dying of sickness, homicide, suicide... Yet we talk talk talk talk talk about whose best for what. The debate never ends and those lives won’t be saved.
I know what I have to do
I know what I can do
I know what I should do
But whatever I do it doesn’t matter
Death is the end
To put it short, nothing we do matters as we all come to the same conclusion: Death. Wether you lived it happily, sadly, surviving cancer on countless occasions, it doesn’t matter, we all die. Better to accept it now than never...
It’s about the journey? Not the destination? True. I was incredibly happy regardless of how upset I got as a kid and now to just be able to say that I have my dog. To say that he fought for me time and time again to keep things that way, it makes me incredibly happy, but I need to better myself in understanding that things don’t last forever. Those memories I have of my dog are warm and forever stay warm...
Perhaps that’s the point of life then? To stay warm? To feel, to laugh, to lose, to cry and gain, but most importantly to make memories. I want to do that, I’d really like to, but I’m afraid I’m my own worst enemy at times like many.
Why does it matter to make memories when everyone hates everyone in the world? We leech off the planet and give nothing back, we leech from the poor, the rich even on occasions. We value cleverness over kindness and things only get worst... As nice as making those personal memories are, I at times, feel like it’s selfish when really I should be focusing on bigger problems.
Then there’s the dilemma of whether it’s worth it or not to try. To try and save this messed up place we live in. Discrimination of differences, materialist practiced world... A place where we are too busy arguing with one another about politics and idealogical ways to rule for the future when the present is already so screwed up... That matters, yes, but we have fires, people dying of sickness, homicide, suicide... Yet we talk talk talk talk talk about whose best for what. The debate never ends and those lives won’t be saved.
I know what I have to do
I know what I can do
I know what I should do
But whatever I do it doesn’t matter
Death is the end
AkumaSpiders
~akumaspiders
We will all meet an end at some point, yes, but the things you do matter. The scale it which it does is extremely small, yes, but they still do. Even being kind to just one person matters, you never know what you've done on a larger scale than the fisheye we often see. This can be both good and bad granted but it is true. There are probabaly people long gone from your life that think of you fondly, maybe every day, you matter to them. And many, many more than you can ever know. I hope that helps the warmth.
Kurinight
~kurinight
OP
I don’t know what to say...or do... I’m sorry
