Life sucks.
Life is hard.
Life's a bitch.
Life is pain.
Nobody ever said life is fair.
Stop the world; I want to get off!
"To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering." (Friedrich Nietzsche)
Growing old ain't for sissies. (The horrible implication is obvious. Getting old means more pain, weakness, vulnerability, deterioration of the body and mind, less independence, possibly being put in a "home." I went with my ex-girlfriend to the hospital where her mother was spending her last days. It was horrible: a nightmare. Frail, desperately lonely elderly people waiting for death. Impending death was in the air; it was palpable: a horrifying experience. I had to leave before she did: waiting for her outside in nature: glorious nature, I needed it's natural antidepressant qualities quite badly after that. This is how life ends for many. Let that be a grim warning to all you parents out there. It makes sense that, the shittier the parent, the less your kids are going to want to help you when you need it so badly in your old age.)
"It's the terror of knowing what the world is about, watching some good friends screaming, 'Let me out'" (from "Under Pressure" by David Bowie and Freddy Mercury)
"I feel that life is divided into the horrible and the miserable. That's the two categories. The horrible are like terminal cases and blind people, crippled, I don't know how they get through life. It's amazing to me. And the miserable is everyone else." (from Annie Hall by Woody Allen)
If these things are known and true, and they are, then why bring others into the world to suffer?
No comments:
Post a Comment