To bring beauty into the world, of course.
Dark thought: after years of revising my expectations downwards, my greatest ambition is currently to get to the end of my life without screwing up too badly, and then die.
This, but with fatherhood. It got the best of me the other day when I turned to the SO and said, “Please promise me that if I outlive you, your kids will take care of me.” Total low point.
I thought I feared death because it entails non-existence. But I realized that death will just feel like sleeping–meaning it won’t hurt. So what I’m really scared of is dying. I don’t want to go through that. Can’t we skip the dying part and just get right on to death? fuck’s sake
I like sleeping
When I am sleeping
I am not angry
I am not frustrated
I am not lonely
I am nothing
I think this is a fine statement by itself. Pretty much sums me up most days.
As someone who’s made kids, I recommend looking up a different tree to find meaning. kids suck.
Every day that I blow off going to the gym in the morning increases the odds of my beautiful little baby girl having to grow up without a daddy.
Been there.
Totally unoriginal but it pops into my head all the time…
THIS IS YOUR LIFE, AND ITS ENDING ONE MINUTE AT A TIME
Maybe I read this here. I can’t remember.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Unfortunately, so does the journey to nowhere.
No matter what kinds of aches and pains you’re feeling now, in ten years you’ll look back on the way you are now and wish you still felt that good.
It’s always dark. The light just hides the dark, for a little while.
Also, the abyss no longer looks into me. Now it just grins and waves.
Dentist said to me yesterday. “Come back in two weeks if it doesn’t clear up we will have to get a biospy done.”
Dark thoughts ensued.
Yesterday I tried to convince my husband we should sell every single thing we own and retire to a south seas beach hut, learn to paint watercolours, collect sea shells, and read away our golden years.
If the money looks like it will run out before we do, will take up dangerous activities like riding motorcycles across dangerous countries, bungee jumping, parachuting, etc.
Mostly because I see all of the people I know turning into cliche grumpy, old people. Set in their ways, miserable because they no longer feel relevant or understand the new world creating itself around them.
Bah - I’d rather die in a fiery plane crash in a third world country than live to be 100 in a nursing home surrounded by unhappy, miserable old coots!
I got my life in order too late for my mother to ever know about it. My father does, but he’ll never care.
So sorry, Skald. There are many others who care!
This is as good as it gets.
Am there.
No matter how many years you’re with your SO, things will happen that make you realize being alone isn’t all that bad.
In 100 years it’s all new people.
Everyone dies alone.
Oh damn. I didn’t die in my sleep.