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Is life just a long situation of quiet desperation? My grandmother is in the hospital due to pneumonia, 82, and probably 3-4 years away from death. In a way i envy her because all she has to do is wait around to die. her life is over, there are no suprises, no divorces, marriages, firings, hirings, traumas, etc. just lie around and wait to die, what a life. I think im looking forward to it.
 
We start to die the day we are born, so realistically, we are all waiting around to die. I honestly don’t want to live to be 80 years old, what is that all about? imagine being 80 years old and looking at pictures when you were in your 20's and good looking lol
 
Code said:
You should take a few notes from her regarding the "quiet" part.

im not talking about death, im talking about how life is quiet desperation. Then at the end, you realize its all over and you just wait to die. Kids are already born, education & career is done, no more dating, no more divorces or marriages, no more adventures. I wish i could believe in an afterlife, things would seem so much easier but i can't convince myself of it.

is that whole Nyarlathotep thing just a short story.
 
nordstrom said:


im not talking about death, im talking about how life is quiet desperation. Then at the end, you realize its all over and you just wait to die. Kids are already born, education & career is done, no more dating, no more divorces or marriages, no more adventures. I wish i could believe in an afterlife, things would seem so much easier but i can't convince myself of it.

is that whole Nyarlathotep thing just a short story.

I was just saying that it seems like from all your woe-is-me posts that maybe you were doing the same thing, only not so quietly.

Yeah it is a short story.
 
nordstrom said:


im not talking about death, im talking about how life is quiet desperation. Then at the end, you realize its all over and you just wait to die. Kids are already born, education & career is done, no more dating, no more divorces or marriages, no more adventures. I wish i could believe in an afterlife, things would seem so much easier but i can't convince myself of it.


"The mass of men lead lives of quiet depseration." - it;s famous. John Donne?

"Chill penury suppressed their noble rage" - Thomas Gray.


Point is, afterlife or no, it;s what you make it. leave the world better than when you came here, and teahc other peopel to do the same.

My Grandma is 78. I think she;s got 10 more years.
 
Code said:


I was just saying that it seems like from all your woe-is-me posts that maybe you were doing the same thing, only not so quietly.

Yeah it is a short story.

ah, you were being an asshole. i misinterpreted that part.

Thanks for going to the trouble of clicking my post, reading it, and being the 6th to reply in order to tell me to shut up.
 
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Well hopefully it's a peacful time for your Grandma. A time when she can reflect back and have a warm happy feeling of all her accomplishments. Enjoy her family and friendships she developed, and not have any regrets or wishes. An inner peace knowing everything you wanted was done.
It worries me to here you talk and think that way right now! You have so many wonderful things left to experience. Don't get ahead of yourself! Please enjoy life and always look up!
 
"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation" Yes.

The world is full of sorrow and I will never be truly happy here because of what I see, but I will ride it out. At times we must lean on each other for strength. Sometimes the valleys get very low.
 
MattTheSkywalker said:


"The mass of men lead lives of quiet depseration." - it;s famous. John Donne?

Henry David Thoreau]
 
nordstrom said:
Is life just a long situation of quiet desperation? My grandmother is in the hospital due to pneumonia, 82, and probably 3-4 years away from death. In a way i envy her because all she has to do is wait around to die. her life is over, there are no suprises, no divorces, marriages, firings, hirings, traumas, etc. just lie around and wait to die, what a life. I think im looking forward to it.

We have a lot in common. Noone can understand that we all don't think alike. I can't be what I'm not.
 
nordstrom said:


im not talking . I wish i could believe in an afterlife, things would seem so much easier but i can't convince myself of it.

I might be able to help you with this, give a story of hope. I won't tell the board because they will laugh me out of here, but I have been at a point where I wanted to die more than once and when I was at my lowest, because I was an athiest, I saw total darkness and emptiness, an awful feeling. I had nowhere to turn, no person could help me. I screamed out to the heavens with all my strength. Man, some very, very, very, strange things happened. I don't believe in any way that they were coincidences. I've talked to others that have had similar experiences. Too many things happened that can not be explained away. You will never figure it out with your brain. Don't give up hope. I named my daughter that because I knew that was all I had because of the way I believed. You know she nearly died. There's a long story behind it.
 
biteme said:
nordstrom said:

I might be able to help you with this, give a story of hope. I won't tell the board because they will laugh me out of here, but I have been at a point where I wanted to die more than once and when I was at my lowest, because I was an athiest, I saw total darkness and emptiness, an awful feeling. I had nowhere to turn, no person could help me. I screamed out to the heavens with all my strength. Man, some very, very, very, strange things happened. I don't believe in any way that they were coincidences. I've talked to others that have had similar experiences. Too many things happened that can not be explained away. You will never figure it out with your brain. Don't give up hope. I named my daughter that because I knew that was all I had because of the way I believed. You know she nearly died. There's a long story behind it.

i've read that in order for physicists understanding of the universe to work there have to be 11+ dimensions, not 4 like the ones we are aware of. Perhaps things can occur in the grander scheme that in our reality wouldn't click. I sometimes think of that and try to hope there is something more out there.

you can email me your story if you want, i'm sure i'd like to hear it.

i'd heard about your daughter almost dying once before, i forget what of. either an illness or an auto accident.
 
That Thoreau quote gets used a lot in movies.
Has a nice beat to it I guess. "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation."
Of course in the true sense of Hollywood, it is usually used in some context to say that things are about to change and it becomes inspiratonal instead the outlook it has in its Walden context.
 
Bite me - I would be interested in reading wjatever you have to say about experiences from heaven. I grew up super religious - motly because of my mothers influence. My dad grew up super religious - son of a methodist minister. My parents made us go to church every week of course, my brothers hated it but I being a weird little dork liked church. When I was 24 I changed affiliations but remained super religious until about 2-3 years ago.

When I was around 18 or so I went through some times that were hard - even in retrospect I realize they were alot to go through. I felt like God, the heavens whatever - did not hear me when I cried out. I discussed this with my dad and he told me "Faith and 25 cents will buy you a cup of coffee".

I was surprised at this, but now I think I realize the religious upbringing was mostly my moms doing. My dad was a POW in WWII. Not at the pussy POW camps - some of them were about like boyscout camp. But at some of the tougher ones Dulag luft III, Nuremburg etc. He saw guys tortured. One not uncommon torture was getting a fire hose shoved up the ass and the water turned on until you died. At first I guess they had it wrong and it would shoot guys guts out there mouths too fast and they were dead in like 10 seconds, but they figured out the correct water speeds and it became a slow way to die. You don't think these guys cried out to the heavens saying help me? My dad says he was tortured as well, and has some pretty serious scars on his body including one on his chest shaped like a horseshoe that is about a foot long.

I am sure he cried out to God....and probably wondered where God was when people he knew died and when he slit a mans throat open. I remember him telling me the saddest thing he saw was after he was liberated he was in France and saw this old woman - like 80 years old - struggling with her frail weak body to drag a cart that was carrying the coffin of her husband. She was all alone and was taking it, would have to dig the hole and bury him all herself.

I am sure he cried out to God when he was locked for over 30 days in solitary, in a box smaller than a single size bed. From a few things he has let slip I don't think God sent him many telegrams back.

Why would God answer your prayers but not those that are dying, grieving, being tortured. Some people have suffered in ways so painful that many of us who experience nothing worse than cancer but are in a hospital with people taking care of us, or might have been in a car wreck and had our spines broken but again are in a nice clean hospital surrounded by people who wish us well, or who might have had the pain of a divorce but eat 3 meals a day while we cry about how hard we have it - can understand it. Why does God seemingly leave them adrift, cut loose from having prayers answered in strange, strange ways?

I too have cried to God. I had a dream and there was one set of footprints in the sand - and it seems that they were mine. Its hard for me to believe God has ever carried me. My dad once carried me on his shoulders when I was a kid, and it was fun and I did not feel any stress from walking. I think I know when I am being carried. When I have cried out to God I cannot remember my life being any easier - I felt great stress and it seems that the only one doing any work was me. So then I cried out to God and said FUCK YOU!

I know I sound hostile and bitter about God etc, but am serious when I would like to get a PM about how the heavens did strange things for you because it has not been my experience. I am not baiting you for a fight or an argument - I would love to find somethign to make me think or believe once again that there is some wise kind being out there somewhere that gave a shit about me. If I have had any answers to prayer it has been "NO". If I had anything strange happen to me from crying to heaven its been more pain. I may be wrong but it seems the only reason I have good things in my life today is because I sweated my ass off, toughed out the hard times, and did not wait for anything good to drop from heaven.If there is a God and I am incorrect and blind as to what he/she/it has ever done for me I hope he will educate me as to what the truth is as I would really like to know why he never answered my prayers "Yes, here is something you will like".
 
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Fuck death, I'm going out with a bang. When life has been lived,a woman loved, kids raised, then it's time to fucking light a fire the heavens can see-and set this world on it's ear.
 
My hopeful note. I own a business that deals primarily with senior citizens. Man, growing old scares me to death as I see what wasted pathetic lives they live. Hobbling around, having nothing to talk about except what they did 30 years ago, or their last doctors visit or what they ate today. Yikes.

So I am looking at life like a trip to the beach. When I go to the beach I have fun, but the last 2 or 3 days I do twice as much as I did in the first 3 days. I try and stuff everything in that I can as I know I only have a couple of days left. Have all the fun I can. I am in my 40's and the way I see it , I am at least half way through this trip to the beach we call life. I am trying to do more in the last 40 years than I did in the first 40 - one reason I went back to school a few years ago. Why quit striving, training, learning, having fun. Would you go to the beach for a week and after a few days say, " Well its almost over I might as well give up since its all going go be over soon". Make the most out of the beach while you can because it is going to be over soon.
 
If you want, you can give me all your money and everything you got. In return, i'll make sure that you don't live to see another day. :)

-sk
 
Devastation said:
biteme you can pm it to me too. i'd be interested in reading it :)

Done.
 
Generic MALE said:
Bite me - I would be interested in reading wjatever you have to say about experiences from heaven. I grew up super religious - motly because of my mothers influence. My dad grew up super religious - son of a methodist minister. My parents made us go to church every week of course, my brothers hated it but I being a weird little dork liked church. When I was 24 I changed affiliations but remained super religious until about 2-3 years ago.

When I was around 18 or so I went through some times that were hard - even in retrospect I realize they were alot to go through. I felt like God, the heavens whatever - did not hear me when I cried out. I discussed this with my dad and he told me "Faith and 25 cents will buy you a cup of coffee".

I was surprised at this, but now I think I realize the religious upbringing was mostly my moms doing. My dad was a POW in WWII. Not at the pussy POW camps - some of them were about like boyscout camp. But at some of the tougher ones Dulag luft III, Nuremburg etc. He saw guys tortured. One not uncommon torture was getting a fire hose shoved up the ass and the water turned on until you died. At first I guess they had it wrong and it would shoot guys guts out there mouths too fast and they were dead in like 10 seconds, but they figured out the correct water speeds and it became a slow way to die. You don't think these guys cried out to the heavens saying help me? My dad says he was tortured as well, and has some pretty serious scars on his body including one on his chest shaped like a horseshoe that is about a foot long.

I am sure he cried out to God....and probably wondered where God was when people he knew died and when he slit a mans throat open. I remember him telling me the saddest thing he saw was after he was liberated he was in France and saw this old woman - like 80 years old - struggling with her frail weak body to drag a cart that was carrying the coffin of her husband. She was all alone and was taking it, would have to dig the hole and bury him all herself.

I am sure he cried out to God when he was locked for over 30 days in solitary, in a box smaller than a single size bed. From a few things he has let slip I don't think God sent him many telegrams back.

Why would God answer your prayers but not those that are dying, grieving, being tortured. Some people have suffered in ways so painful that many of us who experience nothing worse than cancer but are in a hospital with people taking care of us, or might have been in a car wreck and had our spines broken but again are in a nice clean hospital surrounded by people who wish us well, or who might have had the pain of a divorce but eat 3 meals a day while we cry about how hard we have it - can understand it. Why does God seemingly leave them adrift, cut loose from having prayers answered in strange, strange ways?

I too have cried to God. I had a dream and there was one set of footprints in the sand - and it seems that they were mine. Its hard for me to believe God has ever carried me. My dad once carried me on his shoulders when I was a kid, and it was fun and I did not feel any stress from walking. I think I know when I am being carried. When I have cried out to God I cannot remember my life being any easier - I felt great stress and it seems that the only one doing any work was me. So then I cried out to God and said FUCK YOU!

I know I sound hostile and bitter about God etc, but am serious when I would like to get a PM about how the heavens did strange things for you because it has not been my experience. I am not baiting you for a fight or an argument - I would love to find somethign to make me think or believe once again that there is some wise kind being out there somewhere that gave a shit about me. If I have had any answers to prayer it has been "NO". If I had anything strange happen to me from crying to heaven its been more pain. I may be wrong but it seems the only reason I have good things in my life today is because I sweated my ass off, toughed out the hard times, and did not wait for anything good to drop from heaven.If there is a God and I am incorrect and blind as to what he/she/it has ever done for me I hope he will educate me as to what the truth is as I would really like to know why he never answered my prayers "Yes, here is something you will like".

Done. I hope it gives a ray of hope.
 
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