I feel as though it's over. No, not life in the literal sense, but as far as lessons learned, obstacles overcome, etc. I've learned some very very hard lessons over the last few years. I've felt horrible pain and hardship; I've found out the truth about people and the ways of the world. I don't really care to learn anymore; I don't want to learn anymore valuable lessons at the expense of more sorrow and misery. I don't want to deal with drama and stupid fucking mind games. I don't want to live life with stress and pain and discomfort. Yeah, this thread might sound incredibly cynical but there's a silver lining to this cloud - maybe I'm content with the way things are even if they aren't that good. I have a lot to be thankful for. I could have been born into abject poverty, anarchy and turmoil. I could have endured horror in my life beyond my wildest dreams, but I didn't. I had issues, yes, but everyone does to some extent. I just feel as though I don't want to work for those things that I've spent years working for just to fail.
I guess the message of this thread is meant to suggest that I'm done trying. Does "trying" equal "living?" I don't know. For me, trying almost always equals failure and I don't want to live with failure anymore. So I'm just going to live like I have been living, just without the dreams that stir in my mind; without the hopes that swell up inside of me; without the chance that pure happiness is attainable.
To summarize, I've come to grips with the reality of my situation. Despite what people would have you believe, happiness is not a choice. If it was a choice, everyone would choose to be happy. Happiness is something attained by means of a somewhat satisfactory life, even if it's not glamorous; happiness is something that not everyone finds. The harshest part of life is that many people find it and some do not. It's that simple.
I guess the message of this thread is meant to suggest that I'm done trying. Does "trying" equal "living?" I don't know. For me, trying almost always equals failure and I don't want to live with failure anymore. So I'm just going to live like I have been living, just without the dreams that stir in my mind; without the hopes that swell up inside of me; without the chance that pure happiness is attainable.
To summarize, I've come to grips with the reality of my situation. Despite what people would have you believe, happiness is not a choice. If it was a choice, everyone would choose to be happy. Happiness is something attained by means of a somewhat satisfactory life, even if it's not glamorous; happiness is something that not everyone finds. The harshest part of life is that many people find it and some do not. It's that simple.
