this could be us but you playin
Possibly the saddest thing I’ve ever seen
this made me cry
Reblog this. We owe this person at least this much
I went to look at a cemetery with my friend once. To admire all the headstones and explore a little. There were hundreds of graves and hundreds of headstones. Some were broken and over grown and the moss made them unreadable. They had been there for hundreds of years. Slowly you start to realize that you will be forgotten. There was billions of corpses before you and there will be billions after you. You will be irrelevant one day. Its not about being remembered. Its not about having a name that will live forever. Its about making it worthwhile. Its about making the life that you live amazing and positive and happy. And if you find yourself struggling with that. Take a walk through a graveyard. Take in your surroundings. Know that people die, that you will die. See the beauty in the world, and the beauty in people. Even if its hard it is there. This plant is in-explainable. Our existence is in-explainable. But you are here. You will leave. And you will experience something no other being can ever experience. Your Life.
isn’t there a part of the bible where god gets mad at a fig tree for not having any figs on it and curses the fig tree?
yeah there legit is that’s 100% true
Oh my god
Most of you don’t know me, but those who do probably know how much I love stand up comedy, and stand up comedians. Doug Stanhope is honestly one of the funniest I have ever heard, and when I found out about this he skyrocketed to my new favorite. Good on him.
It’s been a while since I posted anything personal but I think this warrants a post.
Tomorrow I am going into see my grandmother. She has stage 4 breast cancer which has metastasized to several locations. Today she entered hospice care, and we don’t expect she last longer than a few days. She’s only 67.
My grandmother and I have always been at odds about religion. She is a devout Catholic and has been her whole life. On more than one occasion we’ve battled over the topic. Right about now it’s painful to think of times spent fighting. Today I was thinking about the entire situation a lot. I found the only thing I’m mad at is something I don’t believe in: God.
I dislike arguments about God based off emotions or anything subjective. However my anger stems from the fact that if there is a God, he did this to her. Someone who was totally ready and willing to defend and love Him is dying slowly and painfully from a disease she doesn’t deserve. The idea of a God like that is so distasteful that I refuse to contemplate it further. It just continues my perception that the universe is completely uncaring and unconscious. Bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad people for no discernible reason. In the span of five months a loving grandmother has been diagnosed with the one of the worst diseases possible, not catching a single fucking break since then. And now her death will be unspectacular, completely contrary to the life she lived. The memories I have will be all that’s left, and those are too paltry and unconnected to do her justice. I think the saddest part of life is that millions of us will never have our stories told. It’s not dying that frightens me, it’s the fact that if I’m forgotten I might as well not have existed as all.
Mortality is frustrating and plain and boring and sad and unfair. In times like these I see the appeal of the afterlife, but I refuse to say it’s a good thing. It does too much harm to the living to be of any use to the dead.
If anyone cares what a twenty-something losing his grandmother has to say, it’s don’t waste time fighting with your loved ones over something no one can prove. If you’re an atheist then be glad you see through the delusion, but don’t degrade those who don’t. Hug your family one extra time and laugh off quarrels about minor stuff.
Wish me luck tomorrow saying goodbye to a mentor and a fantastic person. Hope none of you go through this any time soon.