Life is Fragile


Life is fragile, and I don’t mean this in just the sense that we will all die one day. Everything in your personal life can fall apart, quite easily I might add. A person can, unfortunately, develop a mental disorder. Unexpected bills can pop up at the same time a person loses their job abruptly. We are all just a few short steps away from staring at the abyss. I’m not being pessimistic. I’m making a point. Everything we loves in life whether it be our health, our sanity, our possessions, or even our relationships can wither away in what seems like an instant.

Most of us teeter around thinking if we work hard and make good decisions everything will work out. Or a person may think if they have God on their side, they simply cannot fail. Well, I don’t think either of the those notions are true. Now, certainly, making good decisions and working hard can, perhaps, curb the probability of the good life in one’s favor. Still, nothing is guaranteed in life, so we end up walking around in self delusion.

Perhaps, this need for self-delusion is why people “need” religion in the first place. Perhaps, they just need to believe everything will work out the end. Unfortunately, this is often enough not the case, and yes, peoples’ lives, even religious peoples’ lives, can end up in complete tragedy.

I am not, for one moment, trying to make believers seem either weak or crazy. I cannot blame them for their needs. I think the beautiful, although inaccurate, belief that everything is going to be okay, is unavoidable. It is a very human need, and without it being fulfilled, one can easily become neurotic.

Still, I do not suggest we walk around ignoring that everything in life is fragile, but if one does work hard and strives to make good decisions, one should not dwell on the possibility that everything could be ripped out from under them. It’s simply not beneficial to our mental state.

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Personal Suggestion for Happiness


We all have dreams, but the unfortunate fact is that most never fullfill them all. In addition, many times our core dreams are dashed to the ground by ourselves or outside forces beyond our control.

When this happens, do not give up on satisfaction and happiness in life. I may be no life coach. I may not be an expert, but I have experienced utter failure. I know my original hopes and dreams might be gone to some degree, and I’ve experienced more than a few bumps along the trail of life due to schizoaffective disorder and a couple of other issues. Still, I think I’ve found out how to handle loss. When a dream dies, regroup and dream again. Find a new passion. It may be hard to think of something at first, but there is so much in this world.

Yes,I still have psychotic and other issues at times, but in the background, I always try to reach for my dream. If one does not go forwards, then the only place to go is backwards. I could die at any momment; although, I hope I don’t. In my dieing moments even if I go too soon, at least I’ve tried my best. That’s good enough for me.

The Afterlife


I personally think that we are our brains, and that when they die so do we. I really see no convincing reason to think otherwise. I think people came up with the idea of an afterlife; because,  the alternative wasn’t as comforting. Death is the ultimate loss whether it’s us personally who dies or just someone we know. Contemplating mortality is often saddening and scary ;because, we are smart enough to know there is no escaping.

Death is certain. Life is uncertain. We are truly lucky to be alive at all. We are even luckier to be conscious humans. I instantly become amazed at the great fortune I’ve run into every time I think: I am human! I get to look up at the stars at night, feel the sun shine upon me, talk, walk, think, breathe, have relationships, but sadly one day it all has to go away, and I don’t want to go. I’m not fearful of death; because I know nothing bad is going to happen. I may not be going to heaven, but I’m also not going to hell. I just don’t want to lose everything I have. I suppose if humans didn’t have a survival instinct we’d be extinct by now, so it is only natural and healthy that I don’t want to go. Still, if there was an immortality pill, I’d take it.

Knowing there’s nothing beyond this frail thing we call life, I choose to make the most of it. I keep my loved ones close. I try to avoid petty arguments. I do the things that make me happy. I try to make all my dreams come true. I try to accomplish my goals. I figure in the end, perhaps quality is better than quantity.