When I was a kid my mate got hit by an oncoming doubledecker bus after tripping off the pavement, just happened to be closest to the road, he spent a while in hospital, had his leg chopped off then inevitably the machine turned off.
I still think of it on occasion. Funny old world.
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When I was a kid my friend got hit by a satellite that came hurtling out of the stratosphere while we were playing stickball. The satellite was so radioactive that it's simply cooked him right there while he was on the pitcher's mound. I didn't even get a chance to swing the bat.
Near death moments and death of people you know certainly make you think about the afterlife.
Best to live for the moment and not dwell on your mortality.
Do not let success go to your head and do not let failure get to your heart.
it is so very hard because what is the moment? If you try to live in a moment for example a quick birthday party or a quick drink with a friend or a quick meal on the run you take a few bites or a few sips will you take a piece of birthday cake and as you're chewing it you are telling yourself to enjoy the moment but by the time you have chewed and swallow at the moment is already gone and there you are again standing in the silence knowing that that is one less moment that a person is going to have. The slowly filtering Sands down through The Hourglass are so painfully and acutely obvious as one gets older that is very very hard to get out of a constant state of restlessness knowing that we are just on a conveyor belt slowly moving towards the finality and the unknown
Yes I know and I do. But those thoughts always sneak in
I agree with Brock. You have to accept the melancholy and there is nothing wrong or morbid and natural about it. It is genuine and real. To pretend all is fine and dandy is just self deception.
unnatural. it is a normal feeling. healthy and good.
Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.
Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
I don’t know if it would be stranger if this life went on forever. I get very tired sometimes the immortal thing would be very strange and thinking about working forever is a horrible thought
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