Anathema
Crotchety Olde Man
What is the point in continuing a life that has been nothing more than 49+ years of disappointment, failure, rejection and general discouragement in every facet of that life?
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What the point in not? Might as well see what happens.What is the point in continuing a life that has been nothing more than 49+ years of disappointment, failure, rejection and general discouragement in every facet of that life?
I thought you were much older.What is the point in continuing a life that has been nothing more than 49+ years of disappointment, failure, rejection and general discouragement in every facet of that life?
Been there. Too many times. But it's never too late for things to change, for you to change. Might as well stick around for the credits. I hear the blooper reel is a gas.I know what happens… more disappointment, more failure, more of what’s been the standard for half a century.
Stop being a grumpy old man, and life will probably improveWhat is the point in continuing a life that has been nothing more than 49+ years of disappointment, failure, rejection and general discouragement in every facet of that life?
So don’t.What is the point in continuing a life that has been nothing more than 49+ years of disappointment, failure, rejection and general discouragement in every facet of that life?
What is the point in continuing a life that has been nothing more than 49+ years of disappointment, failure, rejection and general discouragement in every facet of that life?
The age of the Soul and the age of the body don’t always line up directly.I thought you were much older
I know my purpose. I have since I was a child. My purpose is to suffer, one way or another, throughout this entire, miserable life.A more practical reason not to
“Quit?” Perhaps we should consider the possibility of saying: “tomorrow is another day.”
Tomorrow could be the day you strike gold. Or, maybe it’s the day you grasp your “purpose.”
There is no help for me, because I don’t see myself as the problem. It’s been tried many times before.If the subject of your OP is you, then take your own situation seriously. Call for help. Not even a tiny bit of shame in it.
I thought you were much older.
In answer to your question, though, perhaps we mere mortals simply don’t know what the “purpose” of life is. Therefore, if there is a “purpose,” then suicide negates the chances of achieving that “purpose?”
A more practical reason not to
“Quit?” Perhaps we should consider the possibility of saying: “tomorrow is another day.”
Tomorrow could be the day you strike gold. Or, maybe it’s the day you grasp your “purpose.”
If you “quit,” you will never know.
If the subject of your OP is you, then take your own situation seriously. Call for help. Not even a tiny bit of shame in it.
Joe? Joseph Heller, is it really you?I know what happens… more disappointment, more failure, more of what’s been the standard for half a century.
It's obvious.What the point in not?
Assuming that’s true it’s even more depressing to me… since I have never found a point to my life, especially in the last quarter century.
I don’t do depression either. I mover straight to a misery at about age four.,when there is no good, only bad, worse, and ugly, it’s a pretty nasty package to get delivered on a daily basis. Yes, we do just have to accept it, but at what point do we just get to say “Enough is enough, I want out of the game of life.”I don't do 'depression' as it seems a waste of time. I accept all things, good, bad, ugly and more, because it's a package deal. Don't have to like things as much as have to accept things -- in order to experience being alive.
The experiences of being alive are much broader than you describe. I believe it is your world view that limits you, that traps you. Unless of course it's clinical depression.I don’t do depression either. I mover straight to a misery at about age four.,when there is no good, only bad, worse, and ugly, it’s a pretty nasty package to get delivered on a daily basis. Yes, we do just have to accept it, but at what point do we just get to say “Enough is enough, I want out of the game of life.”
Life is a series of disappointments interrupted by tragic events.
Disappointments or tragic events?Pretty much, and I’m about at the end of my rope dealing with it.