Into It
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I am not going to kill myself now. Nor tomorrow. Nor the next day.
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Yes, it is true! So allow me to talk about this for just a moment.
In this life, we can only escape pain for brief moments, and when those fine moments can no longer be savored, we return to our natural states of deficiency, ever seeking more. Many people are kind because they want to be known as kind, but the most altruistic of us do not seek glory. They may insist that being thanked makes them uncomfortable. This is certainly true for some, but that is only because they have the ability to fill up their own cups and require no external validation. Our existence is a parody of what is pure; the goodness of our race is mocked whenever I inquire into our nature.
Property is only owned for legal reasons. When this finally hit me, all I thought I understood about ownership melted away. This computer is only mine because the salesman at the shop told me so. The shop only had it because it was sold to them by a manufacturer. The materials were acquired from the earth, and like us, were assimilated and given an identity for a period of time. As surely as this computer will be recycled eventually, so will I. I wouldn't even go so far as to say that I own my body. Sure, I am able to control it at all times, but it is compiled of earth's materials, and I am only renting them. If there is anything that I do own, anything at all, it is my consciousness. Over this I am sovereign - over this one thing, my word is law.
Most people who commit suicide do so as an escape from pain. To escape pain is in fact our only motivator. Some may see the acquisition of pleasure as the Great Motivator, but I find pain a more salient force than pleasure, and such distinctions are semantical anyways. As it stands, I believe the discomfort of life has already outweighed the discomfort of death because death sounds relatively cozy. At any rate, I hope that my own skin never becomes totally uninhabitable, in which case my hand would be forced before my heart is in agreement with it. I also hope that I do not meet an untimely, random death. The evil I see in both of these is identical: I am robbed of time.
Most people squeeze each drop of life out. That is quite the mindset to have inasmuch as keeping yourself busy is concorned, but not necessarily in regards to the length of life. I'm not here to say that this is the wrong approach, but my opinion on the matter is at odds with that of these people.
Of even my favorite books, you would not hear me say that I wished they would never had an ending. The joy of reading it is nice, but it is also pleasurable to regard the book as a whole. If I were to write my own book, I would not let anyone else write even a passage of it for me, so meticulous am I, and so hungry for the immaculate. I would also take special care in the ending. It should contain appropriate content and come at the appropriate time to complement the whole. The most beautiful art may be etched in sand and disappear by night, and this author's mindset is applicable to life in those who wish to leave their mark as one who lived a work of art.
I am not going to kill myself now. Nor tomorrow. Nor the next day.
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Yes, it is true! So allow me to talk about this for just a moment.
In this life, we can only escape pain for brief moments, and when those fine moments can no longer be savored, we return to our natural states of deficiency, ever seeking more. Many people are kind because they want to be known as kind, but the most altruistic of us do not seek glory. They may insist that being thanked makes them uncomfortable. This is certainly true for some, but that is only because they have the ability to fill up their own cups and require no external validation. Our existence is a parody of what is pure; the goodness of our race is mocked whenever I inquire into our nature.
Property is only owned for legal reasons. When this finally hit me, all I thought I understood about ownership melted away. This computer is only mine because the salesman at the shop told me so. The shop only had it because it was sold to them by a manufacturer. The materials were acquired from the earth, and like us, were assimilated and given an identity for a period of time. As surely as this computer will be recycled eventually, so will I. I wouldn't even go so far as to say that I own my body. Sure, I am able to control it at all times, but it is compiled of earth's materials, and I am only renting them. If there is anything that I do own, anything at all, it is my consciousness. Over this I am sovereign - over this one thing, my word is law.
Most people who commit suicide do so as an escape from pain. To escape pain is in fact our only motivator. Some may see the acquisition of pleasure as the Great Motivator, but I find pain a more salient force than pleasure, and such distinctions are semantical anyways. As it stands, I believe the discomfort of life has already outweighed the discomfort of death because death sounds relatively cozy. At any rate, I hope that my own skin never becomes totally uninhabitable, in which case my hand would be forced before my heart is in agreement with it. I also hope that I do not meet an untimely, random death. The evil I see in both of these is identical: I am robbed of time.
Most people squeeze each drop of life out. That is quite the mindset to have inasmuch as keeping yourself busy is concorned, but not necessarily in regards to the length of life. I'm not here to say that this is the wrong approach, but my opinion on the matter is at odds with that of these people.
Of even my favorite books, you would not hear me say that I wished they would never had an ending. The joy of reading it is nice, but it is also pleasurable to regard the book as a whole. If I were to write my own book, I would not let anyone else write even a passage of it for me, so meticulous am I, and so hungry for the immaculate. I would also take special care in the ending. It should contain appropriate content and come at the appropriate time to complement the whole. The most beautiful art may be etched in sand and disappear by night, and this author's mindset is applicable to life in those who wish to leave their mark as one who lived a work of art.