Originally posted by: bolido2000
Every time I feel miserable people say "Don't worry things will work out soon". Then I think...of course I have hope that things will work out. Otherwise whats the point of living if I know I am going to miserable all my life? Better kill myself then 🙂
Depending on the situation, I have a number of different methods to deal with setbacks.
1) The Iceball theory.
One day billions of years in the future the sun as it nears using up all of it's fuel will expand. In it's expansion it will engulf the earch burning the suface to a crisp and destroying any trace that mankind was ever here. It will than collaspe in on itself leaving the earth a cold barren ball of ice.
The moral being, whatever seems so important to you now is transitory, one day it will not matter to you or anyone else. What is important is you and the here and now. Take pleasure in what you have now.
2) Rodney Dangerfield in "Back to School"
Bear with me on this one. Watch the movie "Back to School" Listen to Rodney recite Dylan's
Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night. Realize that your life is a timeline. It has a beginning and an end. What matters is only what is between those two points. If you move the end up then you only shorten the time in between. There will be less of your story to write. Your story may be a comedy, a tragedy or for most people a combination of both. It's your story, write it as much as you can, enjoy what of it there is and endure and learn from the rest.
Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though Wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not so gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
The only thing that saddens me is that I will never know how the grand story of man turns out. What will this little comedy of errors and love and feeling turn out to be in the end. I only get to see my chapter and too short it will be. I hate misssing out on the ending of the book.