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kajarainbow) wrote2005-03-07 09:46 am
kajarainbow) wrote2005-03-07 09:46 am
The Shit of Life. The Love of Life.
To all of my LJfriends who are currently having hard times, my heart goes out to you all. And it seems like a lot of people are having a hard time. So many of us strange souls dwelling here on Livejournal seems set up to have difficulties.
To those of you feeling buried under work. To those of you feeling almost besieged by assholes. To those of you who have so many creative ideas and trouble focusing enough to make something of them (and I'm very with you there). To those of you who just seem set to have bizarre mental afflictions (and I can understand how that feels). To those of you who keep falling short and wondering what's wrong with you (like me). To those of you who just plain are having various problems.
I offer you my feelings. They are very hard to sum up. I don't leave a lot of comments. A part of this is that... many of the things I could say would feel banal, a repeating of endless routine phrases, or be sentiments already expressed countless times by others before me.
A fair number of you, I would like to know better, but you already have your own lives, and your own friends to keep yourselves busy.
seems to have a pretty good grasp on enjoying life despite its shit, and he's posted some advice good for everyone. But... not all of us can be like that. It's something to aim for, but a lot of us seems to not quite have the mental framework for it yet. For the rest of us there's... well. Fighting back at life. Or just living on.
To all of you tough enough just to live, I salute you. And it's a more subtle kind of toughness than the in-your-face macho that is the more publicly popular form of tough. I see people enduring with more toughness than is actually shown by all the monkey-primal posturing people.
As long as there's life, there's possibility. That is more than I can say for the alternative.
I feel like crying, a little. But crying doesn't come easily to me. I lost the habit as a kid because it marked me as a target for other kids.
To those of you feeling buried under work. To those of you feeling almost besieged by assholes. To those of you who have so many creative ideas and trouble focusing enough to make something of them (and I'm very with you there). To those of you who just seem set to have bizarre mental afflictions (and I can understand how that feels). To those of you who keep falling short and wondering what's wrong with you (like me). To those of you who just plain are having various problems.
I offer you my feelings. They are very hard to sum up. I don't leave a lot of comments. A part of this is that... many of the things I could say would feel banal, a repeating of endless routine phrases, or be sentiments already expressed countless times by others before me.
A fair number of you, I would like to know better, but you already have your own lives, and your own friends to keep yourselves busy.
seems to have a pretty good grasp on enjoying life despite its shit, and he's posted some advice good for everyone. But... not all of us can be like that. It's something to aim for, but a lot of us seems to not quite have the mental framework for it yet. For the rest of us there's... well. Fighting back at life. Or just living on.
To all of you tough enough just to live, I salute you. And it's a more subtle kind of toughness than the in-your-face macho that is the more publicly popular form of tough. I see people enduring with more toughness than is actually shown by all the monkey-primal posturing people.
As long as there's life, there's possibility. That is more than I can say for the alternative.
I feel like crying, a little. But crying doesn't come easily to me. I lost the habit as a kid because it marked me as a target for other kids.
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