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Nobody's perfect, this mess is my mind ( a.k.a August 3rd, 2013)

*"Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance." - Sartre* What is easier, life or death? Some people think this is a simple question. And I'm sure for some it is, a straight cut to one side or the other. We know so much about human life and so very little about death. Some would call it an "easy" way out from the constant struggle of existence. But how many of you here on this world wide web are truly embracing your struggle today? Are you following "the plan"? A plan? Birth, growth, assimilation, "education", indoctrination, out of the womb and into the classroom, graduate and start your career, retire and die. Isn't everyone proud. I mean, think of all those soothing, sedating systems put into place to make your life easier to avoid. Much like the screen you stare at now. I've, as they say, "suffered" from depression my entire life, and as one of those chosen people, I'd like to debunk the myth. The loom of death breeds a lust for life like nothing else I've ever encountered. You appreciate every little nuance and at the end of the day you're grateful. Unlike so many "happy" people. But you also know the utter meaninglessness of it all. And it makes it that much harder to swallow when everyone doesn't realize the opportunity they have every single day. Most are complacent, content as cattle, lined up and waiting for slaughter. Until they're looking death in the face and wondering what the fuck they've been doing all this time, in this line. But I do not look at those other chosen people who've cut the tie to the physical plane with judgement, pity, or shame. Their bravery shines. Everyone deserves an out, because so often people stay in out of selflessness, out of attachment and obligations, to friends, to families but will you deny them forever? Give them their peace and think of their great example often. All of life is risk, you're always on the cusp, every day could be your last. Death is the final frontier, an adventure unknown, and wanderlust is strong in some.
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mandee-patterson
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Written by
mandee-patterson
English
Published
May 19, 2015
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August 2014. For Brayden McRea, Robin Williams, and all those lost along the way.

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#love#depression#life#pain#death#friend#hero#emotion#existence#humans
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