zago
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Time is passing you by. The clock is ticking for you. What are you going to do with your life?
I'm becoming frustrated with people whose motors stall, and they fail to make any real progress in the direction they desire. I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that I'm losing my best friend from college. He's still living at home with his parents; we are 25 now. I want to smack some sense into him: where do you think you're going to wind up? You're going to live some life that you had to settle for. You're not going to get the relationships you want. No one's going to think much of you. Your life will be unremarkable. Youth is crumbling away before us, pretty soon it's going to be too late to take advantage of the opportunities it affords us...
And then there's drugs. I've been through drugs. They are a pointless waste of time. They bring no lasting happiness. Getting messed up once in a while is fine, but every day? How much time does it take away? How much money does it cost? TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK. While many of my friends get high or drunk, the dreams they've shared fade away before my eyes, like sand slipping through closed fists. This obsession with leisure, calmness, relaxation, happiness: I hate it. Stopping and smelling the roses does not bring real happiness. It is a fleeting pleasure. Get the fucking job done. Life is full of responsibilities, and guess what: you can rest when you die. People are counting on you. You're counting on yourself. You can't just shove your responsibilities down in a basement and forget about them. They will all have to be addressed, each and every one. There is no escaping them. There is no shortcut.
I don't care if I am happy or not. There are more important things. Because I know this, I am not unhappy. I have shit I want to do in life, and I recognize that nothing short of constant effort will accomplish it all. Wallowing in misery will not fix anything. There is this instinct in me that makes me think it will, and I've watched that fallacy die over the last couple years. I used to think that if I suffered enough, I would be liberated of all suffering. Enlightenment. I can see where that comes from: when a baby cries, a benevolent adult comes and soothes it. What was I expecting? What happens after you are enlightened? Can you be thrown into a concentration camp and not care, because you are enlightened? Can you be burned alive and feel no pain? Clearly not. It is complete bullshit. I wanted to be special like that, but I'm not. The only way I could ever be special is if I make something of myself.
Zen folks say there is no such thing as time. The clock on my wall still ticks. There is definitely time, and it is precious. Since there is no shortcut to greatness, every last second must be spent wisely. It will take a long time. And there is no lasting happiness. Moods come and go. You'll never overcome them. Sadness, anger, boredom, anxiety... they are facts of life.
If you don't realize this, here is what will happen: you will slowly fade away as age overcomes you. Things might be ok while you're young, but you will get more and more entangled in the mess you irresponsibly create for yourself, continuously running out of options in life. You'll miss out on making your dreams reality. In the end you'll be bitter, lonely, and disconnected.
Spend on your time on an internet forum, and this will happen to you. This discussion is virtually worthless. These people are rarely real friends, and they aren't really experts on anything either. You could read books, read the news, and make real friends and accomplish so much more. Spending hours here every day is deranged and unhealthy. It's going to get you NOTHING. This is a terrible way to spend time. This is a terrible investment.
Of course, many of you have reached a dead end in your outlook upon the world. You're satisfied that what you know is enough, you think you're smart, even though there are people out there far, far more accomplished and intelligent. And you're only diminishing your chances of ever meeting people like this every day as you sit here and read what the other losers here have to say. The other losers, who you'll never know in real life, who will never be there for you.
Look, I understand that meeting people and making friends is hard, but you might as well not set yourself up for failure. There are so many other things to do. So many books to read about different subjects, so many ways to educate yourself. You can get outside, go hiking, get in shape at the gym, culture yourself and get to know some of the great movies and songs of time. The esoteric may make you feel special, but it is drawing you away from people. You'll never be able to relate to anyone. You'll bitterly resent people for not understanding you, and secretly you'll know that it was all just for its own sake. The esoteric things you do are no greater than that which has risen to the top of mainstream society - you just had to feel special.
The narrow experience of people who populate forums like this only causes them to stagnate anyway. What could a group of people who spend all their time on the internet have to say to each other anyway? It's a vicious cycle. I admit, sometimes I like to express myself through writing, engage in some debate, etc. But I used to sit at the computer for hours, entangled in inconsequential discussions and hoping someone would reply to whatever I'd posted. Waste. Of. Time.
Well, I might as well post this now. I might proof read and edit it later. It is probably a mess, and it has no direction to it, but if I go over it now and read it all, I'll wind up deleting it. I think I'll just throw it out there.
TLDR, the grim reaper is creeping up on you whether you know it or not.
I'm becoming frustrated with people whose motors stall, and they fail to make any real progress in the direction they desire. I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that I'm losing my best friend from college. He's still living at home with his parents; we are 25 now. I want to smack some sense into him: where do you think you're going to wind up? You're going to live some life that you had to settle for. You're not going to get the relationships you want. No one's going to think much of you. Your life will be unremarkable. Youth is crumbling away before us, pretty soon it's going to be too late to take advantage of the opportunities it affords us...
And then there's drugs. I've been through drugs. They are a pointless waste of time. They bring no lasting happiness. Getting messed up once in a while is fine, but every day? How much time does it take away? How much money does it cost? TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK. While many of my friends get high or drunk, the dreams they've shared fade away before my eyes, like sand slipping through closed fists. This obsession with leisure, calmness, relaxation, happiness: I hate it. Stopping and smelling the roses does not bring real happiness. It is a fleeting pleasure. Get the fucking job done. Life is full of responsibilities, and guess what: you can rest when you die. People are counting on you. You're counting on yourself. You can't just shove your responsibilities down in a basement and forget about them. They will all have to be addressed, each and every one. There is no escaping them. There is no shortcut.
I don't care if I am happy or not. There are more important things. Because I know this, I am not unhappy. I have shit I want to do in life, and I recognize that nothing short of constant effort will accomplish it all. Wallowing in misery will not fix anything. There is this instinct in me that makes me think it will, and I've watched that fallacy die over the last couple years. I used to think that if I suffered enough, I would be liberated of all suffering. Enlightenment. I can see where that comes from: when a baby cries, a benevolent adult comes and soothes it. What was I expecting? What happens after you are enlightened? Can you be thrown into a concentration camp and not care, because you are enlightened? Can you be burned alive and feel no pain? Clearly not. It is complete bullshit. I wanted to be special like that, but I'm not. The only way I could ever be special is if I make something of myself.
Zen folks say there is no such thing as time. The clock on my wall still ticks. There is definitely time, and it is precious. Since there is no shortcut to greatness, every last second must be spent wisely. It will take a long time. And there is no lasting happiness. Moods come and go. You'll never overcome them. Sadness, anger, boredom, anxiety... they are facts of life.
If you don't realize this, here is what will happen: you will slowly fade away as age overcomes you. Things might be ok while you're young, but you will get more and more entangled in the mess you irresponsibly create for yourself, continuously running out of options in life. You'll miss out on making your dreams reality. In the end you'll be bitter, lonely, and disconnected.
Spend on your time on an internet forum, and this will happen to you. This discussion is virtually worthless. These people are rarely real friends, and they aren't really experts on anything either. You could read books, read the news, and make real friends and accomplish so much more. Spending hours here every day is deranged and unhealthy. It's going to get you NOTHING. This is a terrible way to spend time. This is a terrible investment.
Of course, many of you have reached a dead end in your outlook upon the world. You're satisfied that what you know is enough, you think you're smart, even though there are people out there far, far more accomplished and intelligent. And you're only diminishing your chances of ever meeting people like this every day as you sit here and read what the other losers here have to say. The other losers, who you'll never know in real life, who will never be there for you.
Look, I understand that meeting people and making friends is hard, but you might as well not set yourself up for failure. There are so many other things to do. So many books to read about different subjects, so many ways to educate yourself. You can get outside, go hiking, get in shape at the gym, culture yourself and get to know some of the great movies and songs of time. The esoteric may make you feel special, but it is drawing you away from people. You'll never be able to relate to anyone. You'll bitterly resent people for not understanding you, and secretly you'll know that it was all just for its own sake. The esoteric things you do are no greater than that which has risen to the top of mainstream society - you just had to feel special.
The narrow experience of people who populate forums like this only causes them to stagnate anyway. What could a group of people who spend all their time on the internet have to say to each other anyway? It's a vicious cycle. I admit, sometimes I like to express myself through writing, engage in some debate, etc. But I used to sit at the computer for hours, entangled in inconsequential discussions and hoping someone would reply to whatever I'd posted. Waste. Of. Time.
Well, I might as well post this now. I might proof read and edit it later. It is probably a mess, and it has no direction to it, but if I go over it now and read it all, I'll wind up deleting it. I think I'll just throw it out there.
TLDR, the grim reaper is creeping up on you whether you know it or not.