CuriousGreek, on 10 December 2012 - 08:18 AM, said:
Death is tragic, but life is miserable.
I hear you, CuriousGreek. I have had my share of the harshness of living in this world. The moment we're born, we get slapped in the buttockal area, and we cried our brains out, normally. A horrible experience will, no doubt, leave a sour note because we have feelings and a memory bank. In most cases, we find the strength to move on and reinvent our lives. We fall in love. We buy a new car. We view the most amazing sunset, yet. We get sick, lose weight, and fit in our kool clothes again. There are many examples to write about. Therefore, in the midst of our suffering, we still have a choice. Choice is the sanctuary from which to rebuild. Why rebuild? Life is not always that bad. I live my life nowadays as seeing my being in everything. The good, the bad, and the ugly (as the expression of my ever-unfolding story) are living and feeling my stories to their fullness. If I choose to act my life in a typical, appropriate manner, that's fine. It's also okay for me to be my indesputable hammy side, wallowing in my misery, until I get tired of it, or be deemed as a "party failure." True, misery loves company, and there's beauty in tragedy, so people say. Nowadays, that's not my style. I've even released CD albums during my "tragic years." Therefore, I did get some milleage out of that. At any rate, I see my being in this world as signing up for the whole shebang. Since our five senses are no longer valid in the afterlife, material plane of existence is the place to be to cavort. It's a perfect place to know our divine nature because it's so in-yer-face. If living were always perfect, we would be bored with it. That will never happen anyway, not in this ephemeral, decay-driven, fleshy world. "There is always something," I always say. Something for everyone? In spite of everything, our spirit or essence is not going to die. Therefore, choice is the key, and life is never over, until it's really over. Thing is, wallowing in misery is a luxury I cannot afford. It is a luxury, but it doesn't last very long, regardless, at least not in Southern California where all the beautiful people live. And, I do have bills to pay, don't we all.
Just sharing.
Peace!
Edited by braveone2u, 11 December 2012 - 12:16 AM.