Sweetleaf wrote:
F**ck its hard, freaking hell it's hard and it just freaking sucks, but you have to do it and it sucks and it sucks, but you still have to do it. I mean when you think about it like how the hell do we end up able to do that...it sucks and it sucks and yet you somehow find it in yourself to keep going every day...but f*ck what a freaking effort that is. And if you think that is bad you even have to push past that and half the time you feel you're about to lose your mind but you just have to push past that to. And then what you make some money....then you die so at the end of the day whats the point but your alive now so you wanna enjoy it before your gone and money helps with that. Idk everything is just a disaster and it sucks no matter how much you convince yourself you're doing ok.
Alright well end of rant just felt like saying that.
I agree with all that you're saying, but I personally love growing old. There is strength and comfort in learning to endure; in realizing life has no meaning except in our minds, and that we are no one--to let go of expectation, and accept all feeling. Even, and especially, when things can't get worse. But, yes, most days I would love to turn into a tempest.