They called us a dead generation, they told us that we wouldn’t survive
They left us alone in the maelstrom
As you can see we’re all plenty alive
We know where you are and were coming
Lets see you say that shit to our face
…Stone Sour is pretty good stuff..
They called us a dead generation, they told us that we wouldn’t survive
They left us alone in the maelstrom
As you can see we’re all plenty alive
We know where you are and were coming
Lets see you say that shit to our face
…Stone Sour is pretty good stuff..
If one considers this as an outsider looking in, one would wonder why the writer feels as if he is deserving of “pain” and “punishment”. What would cause a person to crave physical pain and suffering? Are these extremes simply to mask something else that lurks just beneath the surface? I wonder..
Great example of a person that is living for today, a soul that knows not the true function of pain in this world. As the previous quote implied, pain is something we carry with us because it shows us who we are. I am interested in knowing myself, understanding my limitations and the nature of the body God has given.
Plato said that is would be shame if any citizen did not train their bodies as well as their minds, because they are gifts to be utilized. What other creature on earth can improve themselves as vastly as a human?
The human race is deserving of punishment because countless times in history we have gone against God, and it was the sacrifice of Jesus that was made to be the guide for our lives. Jesus endured pain and he welcomed his fate, and so I will endure and welcome mine. It is about patience and impermanence.
African tribes scar themselves as a reminder of what lies beneath the surface. Only those that would wish to ignore the daily struggle would call my musings extreme. Winston Churchill comments that only those who are successful can write history, when I reach success my methods will not be looked upon as extreme, but sound.
I like the movie Apocalypse Now because it illustrates perfectly this fact, where his methods unsound because he was not favored, or because they where truly unsound. Sure he went off the deep end, but he was a warrior in a war. Should one not wage such to the best of their ability, enacting that however barbarous and uncivilized to achieve victory? That is the question that I ask, Mr. Anonymous.
If one considers this as an outsider looking in, one would wonder why the writer feels as if he is deserving of “pain” and “punishment”. What would cause a person to crave physical pain and suffering? Are these extremes simply to mask something else that lurks just beneath the surface? I wonder..
Great example of a person that is living for today, a soul that knows not the true function of pain in this world. As the previous quote implied, pain is something we carry with us because it shows us who we are. I am interested in knowing myself, understanding my limitations and the nature of the body God has given.
Plato said that is would be shame if any citizen did not train their bodies as well as their minds, because they are gifts to be utilized. What other creature on earth can improve themselves as vastly as a human?
The human race is deserving of punishment because countless times in history we have gone against God, and it was the sacrifice of Jesus that was made to be the guide for our lives. Jesus endured pain and he welcomed his fate, and so I will endure and welcome mine. It is about patience and impermanence.
African tribes scar themselves as a reminder of what lies beneath the surface. Only those that would wish to ignore the daily struggle would call my musings extreme. Winston Churchill comments that only those who are successful can write history, when I reach success my methods will not be looked upon as extreme, but sound.
I like the movie Apocalypse Now because it illustrates perfectly this fact, where his methods unsound because he was not favored, or because they where truly unsound. Sure he went off the deep end, but he was a warrior in a war. Should one not wage such to the best of their ability, enacting that however barbarous and uncivilized to achieve victory? That is the question that I ask, Mr. Anonymous.
“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they are afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. Its all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, your letting society destroy you and reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.” -Jim Morrison
I keep returning to it like a carrier pigdeon. I might circle around a few times, take a few detours, but I’m still going towards the same destination.
Hit the gym today, burned legs really hard. I came home and lied on the cool tiles outside in the hallway. I felt sick and fatigued because my legs where shaking and I was so bloated from the liters of water I had drank. I swallowed bites of protein rich yoghurt and skinless chicken. I contemplated, I often do the scope of my aims at this coordinate in my life trajectory.
It has been a long time since my I could ponder what will be such a drastically different life in one year’s time, things are going to be radically different. I’m rolling now, things are picking up speed. I noticed that this time I got down, and I am down right now…I’m far from out. I’m still going and I’m only increasing the volume knob to near full blast.
I pulled my first all nighter to write a paper last week, this week is going to be hell because I have to write two, move out, skate buy on minimal food, and work full days at both jobs all by next weekend.
It is getting tough, but I’m going punish myself further. I discussed future ideas and opportunities on the phone tonight. Every bone is craving assets like they crave calcium. This Fall will be the trial by fire. I will not fail because it is not an option.
“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they are afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. Its all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, your letting society destroy you and reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.” -Jim Morrison
I keep returning to it like a carrier pigdeon. I might circle around a few times, take a few detours, but I’m still going towards the same destination.
Hit the gym today, burned legs really hard. I came home and lied on the cool tiles outside in the hallway. I felt sick and fatigued because my legs where shaking and I was so bloated from the liters of water I had drank. I swallowed bites of protein rich yoghurt and skinless chicken. I contemplated, I often do the scope of my aims at this coordinate in my life trajectory.
It has been a long time since my I could ponder what will be such a drastically different life in one year’s time, things are going to be radically different. I’m rolling now, things are picking up speed. I noticed that this time I got down, and I am down right now…I’m far from out. I’m still going and I’m only increasing the volume knob to near full blast.
I pulled my first all nighter to write a paper last week, this week is going to be hell because I have to write two, move out, skate buy on minimal food, and work full days at both jobs all by next weekend.
It is getting tough, but I’m going punish myself further. I discussed future ideas and opportunities on the phone tonight. Every bone is craving assets like they crave calcium. This Fall will be the trial by fire. I will not fail because it is not an option.
I always seem too lose at chess. When I was younger and played in the club, I seemed to be able to capitalize on someone else’s mistake or weakness. I could win fairly easily because I would sacrifice pieces waiting for my opponent to make that fatal mistake.
I remember in sixth grade we had a Russian exchange student that spoke very little English, we would play chess all throughout class and he would beat me over and over. I never got tired of playing him, a marvel for a child with such poor tolerance for losing. I would watch him and it was almost if he could calculate the board, where as I would focus only on what my pieces could do. He brought out his queen so early and devastated me with swift devastating moves. I took solace in the fact that I could always wipe the board clean and start over.
I think it was at this time when I lost much of my motivation. I realized that I didn’t have what it takes to beat him, nor did I even have the will to try. I recognized his superior abilities and I looked for unorthodox illusory methods of victory that never materialized. I realized that I couldn’t win, and I was fine with it.
I’m still not a good chess player despite enjoying the game. I’m not a good player in the game of life either. I know some would look on my successes and argue that they garner merit in their own means yet I know that I have merely scraped by my entire life. My own mother often questions why weightlifting is the only thing I have tired my hardest at in my entire life.
Depression grips my soul these dense sweaty days. I force myself to try, and work harder yet the true problem is I feel like I have no passion for this world. I feel already that I have known all I really want to know. There is nothing great for me to do, that god gave me above average talents across the board with no great direction to follow. Sure, I want more material gain, but I can’t take any of that with me.
Sometimes I feel like I’m just ready to find out what’s next. These bones are tired because my soul tires them. I often think that I don’t have much time left living in this society, that soon I will seek escape to somewhere unknown that I might find a purpose other than driving my body into ashes and my mind into abyss.
I always seem too lose at chess. When I was younger and played in the club, I seemed to be able to capitalize on someone else’s mistake or weakness. I could win fairly easily because I would sacrifice pieces waiting for my opponent to make that fatal mistake.
I remember in sixth grade we had a Russian exchange student that spoke very little English, we would play chess all throughout class and he would beat me over and over. I never got tired of playing him, a marvel for a child with such poor tolerance for losing. I would watch him and it was almost if he could calculate the board, where as I would focus only on what my pieces could do. He brought out his queen so early and devastated me with swift devastating moves. I took solace in the fact that I could always wipe the board clean and start over.
I think it was at this time when I lost much of my motivation. I realized that I didn’t have what it takes to beat him, nor did I even have the will to try. I recognized his superior abilities and I looked for unorthodox illusory methods of victory that never materialized. I realized that I couldn’t win, and I was fine with it.
I’m still not a good chess player despite enjoying the game. I’m not a good player in the game of life either. I know some would look on my successes and argue that they garner merit in their own means yet I know that I have merely scraped by my entire life. My own mother often questions why weightlifting is the only thing I have tired my hardest at in my entire life.
Depression grips my soul these dense sweaty days. I force myself to try, and work harder yet the true problem is I feel like I have no passion for this world. I feel already that I have known all I really want to know. There is nothing great for me to do, that god gave me above average talents across the board with no great direction to follow. Sure, I want more material gain, but I can’t take any of that with me.
Sometimes I feel like I’m just ready to find out what’s next. These bones are tired because my soul tires them. I often think that I don’t have much time left living in this society, that soon I will seek escape to somewhere unknown that I might find a purpose other than driving my body into ashes and my mind into abyss.
Ephesians 2:12 That at that time ye were without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers from the covenants of promise, having no hope, and without God in the world.
Recent events are reminders that even though it would appear no one is at the helm, someone is faithfully manning the fifty cal. Everyone seems to be in the trough of the sine wave lately, including myself. I have been deeply depressed this Indian summer; fed up with females, disenfranchised with nightlife, and broke. Months past I was riding the wave of success, wasting plentiful money, and sluggishly continuing my advance. Now I find myself in the dregs. I didn’t go to the gym one time last week, I can’t recall the last week when this was so.
My family has experienced some specific gravitational agony bringing us all closer albeit not rendering any solutions. I have returned to dual employment status at the cusp of financial ruin, hard to imagine as my bottom line was ballooning in months past how the ink is now so bleak. Donald Trump, in an effort to raise money for one of his new casinos offered junk bonds with extremely low security in hopes that investors would purchase on the whim of his merit. Needless to say they made millions and just like Wesley Snipes would say “Always bet on black!”
I’m coming back in a big way 2006-2007 is to be the year of my reincarnation. With some considerable steam billowing into the pocket of my hot air balloon like 33 credits in two semesters on the way to 50 in three. I’ve realized that the root of my financial trouble is not merely rooted in lack of self-discipline, but the larger affliction of poor planning. Financial success is solely shifting into the crosshairs that inhabit the apex of my goals, whatever the means.
They say if you take big risks life is much more interesting. I say it is time for some risky business.
Ephesians 2:12 That at that time ye were without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers from the covenants of promise, having no hope, and without God in the world.
Recent events are reminders that even though it would appear no one is at the helm, someone is faithfully manning the fifty cal. Everyone seems to be in the trough of the sine wave lately, including myself. I have been deeply depressed this Indian summer; fed up with females, disenfranchised with nightlife, and broke. Months past I was riding the wave of success, wasting plentiful money, and sluggishly continuing my advance. Now I find myself in the dregs. I didn’t go to the gym one time last week, I can’t recall the last week when this was so.
My family has experienced some specific gravitational agony bringing us all closer albeit not rendering any solutions. I have returned to dual employment status at the cusp of financial ruin, hard to imagine as my bottom line was ballooning in months past how the ink is now so bleak. Donald Trump, in an effort to raise money for one of his new casinos offered junk bonds with extremely low security in hopes that investors would purchase on the whim of his merit. Needless to say they made millions and just like Wesley Snipes would say “Always bet on black!”
I’m coming back in a big way 2006-2007 is to be the year of my reincarnation. With some considerable steam billowing into the pocket of my hot air balloon like 33 credits in two semesters on the way to 50 in three. I’ve realized that the root of my financial trouble is not merely rooted in lack of self-discipline, but the larger affliction of poor planning. Financial success is solely shifting into the crosshairs that inhabit the apex of my goals, whatever the means.
They say if you take big risks life is much more interesting. I say it is time for some risky business.
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