It really does.
Take a moment to think about it. Life; the being born and living
part, is truly awful. We've been lied to..taught, from the
moment we could understand our parents language, that life is
wonderful. That all around us are Happy-ever-after-beer commercial
moments, just waiting to happen. All we need to do is pick from the
ripe bowl of cherries, stop and sniff the flowers and allow the rose
colored glasses they force us to wear to color our world perfect. We
can just busy ourselves making lemon-aide if things get too annoying.
Its a load of crap..life is hard, very hard..a constant struggle for survival. The only thing that separates us from our primitive ancestors is the fact that we dress for work instead of sharpen our spears for the hunt. By the end of the day, its still all about surviving another 24 hours in a world that would like nothing better than to squash us, eat us, drown us, and use 10,000 other ways to kill us. On top of it all, Life has its accomplices, mostly the guy/gal next to you...how do you know when to fight or flee when the predator looks just like the prey?
When I was 5 years old, they tossed me out into the world, deceived by my elders that the world was a welcoming place waiting just for me, full of adventure and fun..the doors of my safe haven shut closed behind me I was led into a hostile and terrifying environment unknown to me...first day of school. I promptly bawled my eyes out the whole morning and learned my first lesson about life...nobody likes a cry-baby, (I would test that theory out for many more years to come, always coming to the same conclusion). The illusion of that welcoming world was instantly shattered. Id love to say that I quickly learned the art of survival and toughened up..sadly it didn't happen. I cried again the next day, the next week I think even the next month...and got miserably teased for it. I just wanted to stay home, where I was safe with my toys and books..because, you know, life is just waiting out there ready to gobble you up first chance it gets.
It didn't get any better as a grown up. Actually it got worse, well, harder, tougher. And I got meaner and more resilient. School of “hard knocks” alumni here..as are so many out there. I learned lots of survival lessons, mostly, nobody likes a cry-baby. And I survived, 24 hours by 24 hours, I survived and managed to discover that the world was full of beautiful and extraordinary things and Ive been lucky enough to see and experience some of them. And that is its own reward, that and the fact that I live another day to remember them and if lucky, to see/experience something new.
Life sucks..but its not personal. Theres no “why me” equation that enters in to it. Having made it this far I have to say that it seems to me, that people have gotten the idea that life “owes” them something. Not so. We create the world we live in. Life really had nothing to do with it..its too busy trying to kill you to worry about whether you have your entitlements to this or that..Life doesn't care if your offended or feel discriminated against. On the contrary, all the better. The more distracted you are, the easier it is to drop something heavy on you and squash you..or get your pressure so elevated screaming about your rights that you drop dead from a heart attack.
Ive lived long enough now to be back with my toys and books again (call them what you like, just because they are for adults doesn't meant they arnt toys). I like it here, its nice, quiet..safe...because, you know..life is out there waiting to gobble you up, first chance it gets.
Its a load of crap..life is hard, very hard..a constant struggle for survival. The only thing that separates us from our primitive ancestors is the fact that we dress for work instead of sharpen our spears for the hunt. By the end of the day, its still all about surviving another 24 hours in a world that would like nothing better than to squash us, eat us, drown us, and use 10,000 other ways to kill us. On top of it all, Life has its accomplices, mostly the guy/gal next to you...how do you know when to fight or flee when the predator looks just like the prey?
When I was 5 years old, they tossed me out into the world, deceived by my elders that the world was a welcoming place waiting just for me, full of adventure and fun..the doors of my safe haven shut closed behind me I was led into a hostile and terrifying environment unknown to me...first day of school. I promptly bawled my eyes out the whole morning and learned my first lesson about life...nobody likes a cry-baby, (I would test that theory out for many more years to come, always coming to the same conclusion). The illusion of that welcoming world was instantly shattered. Id love to say that I quickly learned the art of survival and toughened up..sadly it didn't happen. I cried again the next day, the next week I think even the next month...and got miserably teased for it. I just wanted to stay home, where I was safe with my toys and books..because, you know, life is just waiting out there ready to gobble you up first chance it gets.
It didn't get any better as a grown up. Actually it got worse, well, harder, tougher. And I got meaner and more resilient. School of “hard knocks” alumni here..as are so many out there. I learned lots of survival lessons, mostly, nobody likes a cry-baby. And I survived, 24 hours by 24 hours, I survived and managed to discover that the world was full of beautiful and extraordinary things and Ive been lucky enough to see and experience some of them. And that is its own reward, that and the fact that I live another day to remember them and if lucky, to see/experience something new.
Life sucks..but its not personal. Theres no “why me” equation that enters in to it. Having made it this far I have to say that it seems to me, that people have gotten the idea that life “owes” them something. Not so. We create the world we live in. Life really had nothing to do with it..its too busy trying to kill you to worry about whether you have your entitlements to this or that..Life doesn't care if your offended or feel discriminated against. On the contrary, all the better. The more distracted you are, the easier it is to drop something heavy on you and squash you..or get your pressure so elevated screaming about your rights that you drop dead from a heart attack.
Ive lived long enough now to be back with my toys and books again (call them what you like, just because they are for adults doesn't meant they arnt toys). I like it here, its nice, quiet..safe...because, you know..life is out there waiting to gobble you up, first chance it gets.
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