Don't Yell at Me
A few of my friends are a bit peeved that I have a suicide watch blog. But of course, they are all younger than me, more successful at being connected. Or perhaps they entered this world with more realistic expectations. Or should I say lower expectations.
At what point to we have to say: my life really isn't of that much value? There are 6.6 billion people on this earth. None but the most optimistic see this as a sustainable situation. Western philosophy has at it's root the primacy of each individual, but is this really for the better?
Perhaps many see this blog as a countdown to my carbon monoxide party. Rather it is simply this: a good portion of the population ponder whether they should exist daily. And for a larger chunk than one would imagine, the links to living in current time not that strong.
At what point to we have to say: my life really isn't of that much value? There are 6.6 billion people on this earth. None but the most optimistic see this as a sustainable situation. Western philosophy has at it's root the primacy of each individual, but is this really for the better?
Perhaps many see this blog as a countdown to my carbon monoxide party. Rather it is simply this: a good portion of the population ponder whether they should exist daily. And for a larger chunk than one would imagine, the links to living in current time not that strong.
posted by fredsoffa at 10:45 AM
3 Comments:
Well, Hank, those are good questions. I am way over life having no meaning or purpose other than what we create. I'm perhaps a bit miffed at the paucity of what I have created. Now, this in part is relative. Others might have lower expectations for themselves, and would be pleasantly pleased with my life. Myself, I expect the best - in a global sort of way - and would prefer to be making the world a little more strongly in my image.
Three wishes? Love, tremendous power, children
As far as giving out love, I'm way on the everyone owes me side. Sorry about not getting your name right, Hak!
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