Attention: The follow contains language and words that have been deemed inappropriate by someone – not me – who thinks for you. Readers discretion is your choice.
The single most asked question for all of humanity is, “What does this all mean?”
This is a damn inclusive statement. ALL covers a lot of territory, physical and mental, which can only be defined by the person who utters the question. However, I don’t know of one person who hasn’t reached the end of their limits at one time or another and exhaled this plea of clarity into the chaos swirling about them.
My answer to this question will not sit well for many of you. So why offer it you may ask. Because I’m tired of people asking something as obnoxious as this and not truly wanting an answer just so they can play the role of the victim. They seem to need to express their feelings, venture into the womb of despair and seek solace and comfort from any who will pander to their moaning. If that seems harsh, get over it because the answer is worst.
What does it all mean? Who told you it had to mean something? Shit happens. It is the by-product of eating.
Your chaos and pandemonium swirling about the life you’ve constructed is not unique. It is tailor-made by you, for you. It’s entire meaning is whatever you want it to be. So pick something noble, worthy within the bigger scheme of life. Or just forget about it. It doesn’t matter anyway – unless you want it to.
Are you trying to find some cosmic answer to your existence? What would having that answer do to your present situation? Bad things happen to good people just as easily as bad thing happen to bad people. The only common denominator is that things happen, period. Good and bad are simply judgments about the nature of how you view something. In other words, it only a meaning you decide upon.
So what does it all mean? If you’re going to ask, then as I said, make the answer noble. You think you’re the only one grappling with this issue? You’re not. So make your answer one which will help others to deal with the issues. Quit looking for an answer and be the answer. (God, I hate clichés! Proactive BS by all accounts.)
No amount of positive thinking is going to change diarrhea thoughts. You’re better off inhaling straight shots of Febreze and hope you recover from the tingling feeling of mountain freshness than trying to squeeze an ounce of lemon juice from the putrid filth swirling within your realm of perception.
Let’s get this straight: People suffer. Some more than others, but we all do it.
Life is like that, has been like that, and will continue to be like that. Truth hurts. Denying it doesn’t take it away. Accepting it doesn’t make it go away either. Making the best of it, somehow relieves it. Laughing when everyone else is crying, as strange as it sounds, makes it enjoyable for the moment. Hell, if it’s going to stick around, might as well make a party of it.
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