rip to the creature, and to every other creature that ever lived
Better to pity those who have not yet tasted the sweet kiss of oblivion
Boo. Life is beautiful and worth living. To experience anything, even the worst possible pain, is better than to have experienced nothing at all.
I recognize this us probably a joke, but here's a serious response: if mentality or mindset seems totally inappropriate to the reality of the situation, but makes the one possessed by it happier and mentally healthier, as well as more able to adapt to and succeed in that reality, is it really bad or wrong? I wake up ever morning, very often with a headache and frustrated by too many things to do and not enough time to do it. And yet, I am happy I get to experience another day of life in this beautiful world. My life is pretty good, and not all by my own doing. But even if you stripped every comfort and joy out of my life I would still decide to continue living, because it's one more day of being me, of thinking and feeling and experiencing and being. I would still sacrifice my life for certain things, such as to save my friends and family, in the course of revolution, for my faith, or simply to deny someone the chance to control me(I mean if someone tried to kidnap me with a gun to my back I'd just force them to shoot me, I'm not playing their game).
Tbh I’ve seen some shit as an EMT that makes me inclined to disagree. I saw too many infants just born dying, only being kept alive by machines and fading in and out of consciousness knowing only pain until they slowly die gasping for breath.
Seeing that a few times was one of the main reasons I could no longer believe in a loving God, and I don’t think I can believe that these babies were better off for existing like that instead of never being born at all.
I disagree. The fact that you feel for them is worth more than the unborn beings which you feel nothing for. If somehow unincorporated and given the choice, I would choose that brief horrifying existence over eternal nothingness.
I don’t think we’ll ever see eye to eye here, because if I could choose to never have been born then I absolutely would. My life is just been filled with far too much anxiety and misery and disappointment for me to consider the experience worthwhile. If you would rather exist in misery than not exist at all that’s fine, but I don’t feel the same way and don’t appreciate being forced to exist without my consent.
Thanks, I appreciate it. I think one of the hardest things about that job were the times I felt like we were doing the patient more harm than good keeping them alive regardless of their quality of life. I don’t really know how to fix it, but our current systemic priority of keeping the body alive above all else leads to some truly horrific outcomes for some patients.
Just wandering through a writhing maze of colorful vine only to be annihilated by unknowable metallic artifacts
I was at my dad's several years back and heard an animal scrabbling against the inside of the wall for half the night. We cut out a section of the wall and pulled out a couple dozen dried mouse husks because it's basically a well that they can't climb back out of, just gradually getting more tired as they're surrounded by the dead bodies of their ancestors.
This is fundamentally a metaphor for existence. Birth drops us into a well we can never climb out of.
Except the giant dad tearing down the wall, please come to our aid giant dads.
The mouse seemed grateful when the pit was opened up. We let him go next to the goat barn.
Now and again, the descendants of the mouse will gently scratch the walls of the house in an act of prayer.
Was super cool when I worked at Amazon and got a video message from Snoop telling me how much he loves getting shit in the mail and to hurry up and pack his order.
If you feel bad for this poor rat, you should also be vegan :vegan-liberation-rad:
I remember moving some equipment into a house I was working at in the dead of winter. sitting on the main line to the house was a big ruby red cardinal. I smoked a cigarette and stared at him for a minute or two before I went in to tie the main back in. I crossed my equipment in and the circuit popped bright and closed the main. never had that happen before. put everything back together and went about my business.
about an hour later I go outside for a cigarette and that beautiful cardinal lay dead on the sidewalk with its brains all over. I fried the poor dude.
I'd like to think that the red cardinal had done something really fucked up and you were simply the conduit for the vengeance of the Bird God.
I mean, to be fair, this is also what nature is like. Animals constantly being killed by forces beyond their power or understanding, for no good reason.
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