PhilosophyMan Loc: Washington state.

I wish to remain anonymous, I only hope to make you think about life. tell me what you think below:

In this moment, if I cry, nostalgia is where I may lie, for one might ask ‘do you remember then?’ and again and again I will remember in pain the joy of then, no one can truly understand what one feels of nostalgia, that is their own story, a story one tells one’s self when lonely, when sad, when feelings hurt, connections are made of memories, memories the mind hides from itself, to protect it from one’s self, we look at nostalgia in all her glory fondly, for we miss the days, and miss them, and miss them with torment, the minds feeble attempt to forget past suffering, to allow itself to look back without feeling the pain of then, connections made of rarity, rarity of happiness, happiness not in this moment, or the next, but of then, then when joy was common, when no hardship can be recalled, or much hardship, or both, hardship and joy that got one from where they were, to where they are now, the only thing that may stop them is the very thing that can be their greatest advantage, memory and remembrance of the day recalled to be filled with the joy that is absent now, in childhood, in brotherhood, in remembrance, nostalgia, whose taste is so sweet, one might forget that it is only a treat for those who need to remember how they define themselves in the moment for memory of you has been made, is being made, and will not cease to be made until you die your second death, the death of memory, the first death is but an earthly death, a death of alleged peace and bliss for weary travelers of life who lay to rest their heads, their journey at an end, not the earthly death, the second death, the death of dreams, memories, and the very existence of yourself, will lie in the memory of others one day, the death of memory of you, it has happened to everyone, including the ancestors whose name we know, do we know? Did we know? No? You know the name but not the person? Ahh, a famous man whose name has evaded me once said “you die twice, once when you really die, and another when one says your name for the last time.” That speaks volumes of truth, but…what about the death of the memories of those who really remembered you, for you, your personality, and your attitude? If you die and make it into history, sustainable history that is stored and remembered in the books they may write of you, then there is a third death, a death beyond both, and truly emotional death that should be cause for more grief than the original death, but no one is there to recognize the true sadness, the death of the memories people had, of simply meeting you, saying Hi for the first time, the time you almost set fire to the neighborhood, the joy you had, the hate you had, the impressions people had of you In THEIR minds and THEIR memories of you, when people knew you and SAW you, when you were in life, or the very actions causing your death if you were a martyr, the lives you had effected due to your actions. The third death is a death of nostalgia, when someone fondly remembers you for the last time, whenever, wherever it may be, in that moment is when you truly die, history books or not that is ones true death, nostalgia is the most powerful feeling one can feel, just remember when…? There are times in my life where I may cry in passion and sorrow for the memories had and the times remembered by only a few, it is those very things that may drag one to death of pain, pain of memories, memories of joy, loss, sadness and happiness. No matter whom you are, no matter what you believe, no matter what you do, if you are mortal you will die three deaths, one of earth, one of nostalgia, and one of history/recorded existence, all will die these deaths, but you only have to worry about the first. As a man once said “death is going to be a greater adventure than life.” That is true, death could be anything, a door to judgment by a higher power, another life, eternal damnation or simply nothing…. Or simply everything, that is the journey not the destination, as for life, life ties with reality, reality leaves a lot to the imagination, the meaning of life Is directly connected to you own individual perception of reality. Have you ever looked into the reflection of you in a puddle and thought, “what if I am the reflection?” I have had many moments such as these, many that the human mind cannot conceive how to communicate the feelings of, and may they be fond, curious, saddening, happiness, dread, or terror. These are only vague words to describe infinite feelings and possibilities of the joy of life, the sadness of life, or fear in life felt when considering that question.

the learning squirrel

:thumbup: that sure as hell makes me think. I feel the things addressed are a bit unorganized with delivery though.

Constitutional libertarian Loc: St Croix National Scenic River Way

I have always lived life as having a single purpose, that if I try hard enough maybe just maybe someone one day after I am gone will say I made a difference in their life.

And yes there is much truth in what you say, and in that truth I am left with an emptiness of purpose. That I a simple man will be lost from the memories of those generations of the yet unborn.

I am attending a wake this evening of another man whose good deeds and loving heart maybe remembered just a little longer but our memory of him will fade until he too will be lost forever.

jay-are

I'll bet your home and office are extremely cluttered and disorganized.

PhilosophyMan Loc: Washington state.

that is true

old timer 81

OMG have you seen a Doctor!