RastaPope
Dead is dead.
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- Apr 10, 2002
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How did you get here? Did you ever sit and think about why and how your life got to be what it is today? What went right, what went wrong? Triumphs and mistakes?
I only ask because I've been doing this lately, well actually, I've been doing this for the past 5 years, and I don't like what I'm seeing. Not one bit. It's time to get on track, pickup the plan I had for my life, and live or die, see it through. Because my life won't be worth living if I don't succeed. Not one bit.
I live my own personal hell nearly all the time. In my own mind. In my life. I was stupid. I fucked up and I don't think I can fix it. Not that I won't try. I used to like my life. I used to like what I saw in the mirror every morning, mostly. Then it changed. Why did I do what I did? Because I finally succumbed, after a life without fear, to fear itself. Damn me. One decision was all it took, just one. Say something or not. But I didn't, I broke. A lifetime spent trying to emulate the fearless heroes I all but worship, and it all came down in one fell swoop. I'm tired of fighting. I'm just plain tired. Damn me.
I still have Buffy, which is some consolation. But in the end, none of it matters. It's all trivial. Can I keep living like this? Sure, mammals have an near overwhelming instinct to keep going no matter the scenery. Do I want to? No. Damn me.
It's like Andy Dufresne said in the Shawshank Redemption. "It's time to get busy living, or get busy dying."
I only ask because I've been doing this lately, well actually, I've been doing this for the past 5 years, and I don't like what I'm seeing. Not one bit. It's time to get on track, pickup the plan I had for my life, and live or die, see it through. Because my life won't be worth living if I don't succeed. Not one bit.
I live my own personal hell nearly all the time. In my own mind. In my life. I was stupid. I fucked up and I don't think I can fix it. Not that I won't try. I used to like my life. I used to like what I saw in the mirror every morning, mostly. Then it changed. Why did I do what I did? Because I finally succumbed, after a life without fear, to fear itself. Damn me. One decision was all it took, just one. Say something or not. But I didn't, I broke. A lifetime spent trying to emulate the fearless heroes I all but worship, and it all came down in one fell swoop. I'm tired of fighting. I'm just plain tired. Damn me.
I still have Buffy, which is some consolation. But in the end, none of it matters. It's all trivial. Can I keep living like this? Sure, mammals have an near overwhelming instinct to keep going no matter the scenery. Do I want to? No. Damn me.
It's like Andy Dufresne said in the Shawshank Redemption. "It's time to get busy living, or get busy dying."
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