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Name: Jake Country: United States State: Texas Birthday: 3/17/1987 Gender: Male
Interests: Music, Art, Film, History Expertise: History, Photography and Journalism Occupation: Student Industry: Education/Research
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| Life is overrated. I have seen all the spectrums of life. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I have been happy. I have had fun. I have been content. I have been depressed. I have lost my good eyesight. I have been sick. I have been well. I have been healthy. I have experienced loss. I have gained knowledge. I have found love. And lost it. I have been diagnosed. I have been cured. I have developed bulimia and anorexia. I have learned lessons. I have taught them too. I have been loved and hated. I have been envied. I have given up. I have tried again. I have been suicidal. I have lost interest. I have accomplished something. I have had hope. I have had dreams. I have found joy in others. I have found despair. I have traveled. I have stayed put. I have laughed at the world. I have made others laugh. I have seen art. I have seen beauty. I have been lost. I have been found. I have been to Tralfamador. I have survived. I have seen. I have heard. I have smelled. I have touched. I have spoken. I have nothing left to say. | | |
| Man... this is not me. I am not myself. This is not where I want to be. This is not where I want to be going. I need to get back on track... Starting now. I have to start living my life. I thought I was, but I wasn't. I just got sucked back into the same stuff I was getting away from. It was fun for a while. I guess we all need a reminder from time to time so as to remember what are goals are in life. Anyway, it is time to start living my life... Won't you join me? | | |
| Two things are certain in this world, existence and non-existence. That is to say, that at the beginning of your life, you were born and therefor exist. The other certainty is, that one day you will die. It is the unescapable fate of all mankind. In fact of all things living. Everything and everyone dies. That is a fact. I will die. You will die. Your dog will die. This is probably the most basic, simplistic way to view life, but it is indeed the most accurate. So here in lies the question: If we are all certain to to die, what is the point in living? Some supplemental questions are: Why do we compel ourselves to fulfil our lives with things that have "meaning?" Why pursue anything at all? Many people go through, what they laughingly refer to as a "life," never asking this, or any other questions. If you never ask yourself the point of your own existence, how can you continue to exist? A great deal of people avoid this through belief in a higher being. Which is in fact a comforting and advisable way to go through existence, so long as you stop and examine and re-examine your point of living. It is important here to note the difference between existence and life. Existence is an irrefutable fact. Something or someone either exists or they don't. However it is entirely possible for someone to exist with out actually living a "life." Life is something you work to build and maintain. Of course the imminent end is death, but so long as you make something out of your existence, you have indeed "lived" a "life." What an honor that must be. I'll leave you with a request. Go home tonight. If you are already home, then great! Go to your room. Lay down on the floor. Think of everyone important in your life. Think of everything important you've done. And ask yourself: "Am I Living Life?" - J.H. | | |
| Could it be, that I once again have something in my life to be excited about? Happy about? Of course with my luck I' sure it won't last. But here's to trying. | | |
| When are things going to work out for me??? I have every reason to believe it will be a long time if ever. For everyday I progress, I get put back 2 more. I am in a tremendous rut. My life is a disaster. I have nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing to feel happy about. Sure I have a loving family, a roof over my head, and well, thats about it, but do these things improve my existence? No. So what does? Nothing. These are the grimm facts I am forced to live with. I have reached the point at which giving up has become my only viable option. I am coming to grips with this. Perhaps I will finally find peace in giving up? goodbye. | | |
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