Are things really worse or are we all just that much more aware of how bad things always were? It’s been a dream of humanity for as long as we can remember to have machines do our work for us, but is that really what we need? Doesn’t it seem like the more free time, the more time to think, the darker thoughts become? The more pressure, the more stress, the more we keep busy, the less time to realise the deep seeded wrongness of everything around us. I swear sometimes the worst tragedies that befall us are the greatest moments in our lives. It’s only then, when we overcome, that we see how strong we really are. That we see nothing can really stop us. It’s only fear, fear bred from too much free time and too little hard activity, that drags us down into the depths of our misery and depression.
I think it’s for this reason that the happier my life becomes, the easier and safer, the more scared I am. The more I wonder when it’s all gonna fall apart and go away. I’ve confused simplicity and peace of mind with happiness. Happiness isn’t a goal that you can achieve and then coast on. Happiness comes from hard work, from always being busy, from going out there and getting everything you deserve even if you feel half dead getting there.
No more waiting around for things to get better. No more waiting around for things to get worse. It’s your life, do something with it.
Some days I just don’t want to go to work, but too bad, I have to. Life is hard. It’s hard every single day. All you can do is accept it and try to find the positive. The secret to life is fucking deal with it. It’s so hard at first, especially if you’re near the bottom, you can barely make sense of why you’d want to do that. But every day you do it gets better. You just change your perspective, little by little, until you start to see as much good as you do bad. Maybe more. The negative stops being important.
I realised last night that even on my darkest days I still haven’t thought of ending my life, cutting, poisoning myself with alcohol in I don’t know how long. It just prolongs my agony, makes it easier to be negative. I’m so far from my own goals and maybe I put too much pressure on myself, but at least that pressure is now working to move me forward sometimes. I started late and my journey has been long, but I can see where I’m going even if I’m not there yet. It gets a little clearer every day. I feel a little less lost. Happier even.
(Source: tejianasky, via pisepise)
So this device they plan to build in Europe is designed to rip a hole in space time. Now I don’t want to rag on science, I love science, science is fricken awesome. But I can’t help but think that designing something that will require more power than the entire world uses seems a bit over the top. I mean, wouldn’t it make a lot more sense to spend all that time and money on figuring out exactly what makes people happy and pushing society towards it so we can stop being bitches and maybe actually work together to get shit done. Maybe, you know, save the planet after that so we don’t all die. But no, no, ripping a hole in space time to see what comes out, that’s really important in the here and now.
