Name:     Ian
IP:       131.94.145.164
Subject:  oh brother, here he goes again. . .(please read and respond, or not)
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I feel as if my world is slipping through my fingers and I cannot do anything
to stop it, all of my efforts serve no purpose and are wanted by no one.  Why
is everyone I know so goddamned content, and why am I not.



What causes people to place limits on themselves, what causes people to doubt,
to be unsure.  Why do I see my abilities as limitless as everyone's are.  Why
do I have such confidence, am I being arrogant?  I am proud, I wish to be
proud, I wish to achieve a reason to be proud.  I am happy, I wish others to be
happy.  Why is there so much unhappiness, where does it come from,  why does it
exist?  Buddha can go fuck himself, if that damns me to come back as a monkey,
or slug, or whatever, than fine, so be it.  I'll be the happiest damn slug on
earth.



What sick evil attaches anything human to suffering.  Life is not suffering,
please don't believe that it is true.  There is so much more. He's got it all
backwards.



Again I ask, why do people impost limits upon themselves?  When  was that
godforsaken term "settle" dreamed up?  Who unleashed this monstrosity.  Why
would anyone strive to be normal, average, status quo, tow the line etc?  Why?



O DEAR GOD WHY?!



Why does anyone exist to not believe that he or she is that most intelligent,
talented, and able person to direct his or her own life?  Why would anyone act
upon advice without first consulting himself or herself?



Why does anyone dream of what he could HAVE done, or could HAVE been?  Why
don't they seize the opportunities!  We should be dreaming of what we can do
and can be.



Why, someone explain to me why, there exists a mediocrity of spirit within so
many.  What cripples a spirit?



What causes humans to seek to do harm?  I cannot, and probably will never
understand the need for institutes of justice.  Such things should be within
all of man. What makes a criminal?  What makes the thing that makes criminals?
And what makes that?  Why does this chain exist?



There was a man who moved mountains.  We all can, I am sure it



There was a man who tamed rivers.



There was a man who flew like an eagle.



There was a man who sent a rocket to space.



There was a man who walked, but not on this earth.



We all can, I believe it.  Your life is not a circle, it is not a line.  It
starts right now, it is behind you yes, but in front of you, there is nothing.
I suggest you put something there, because you will never be truly happy if you
let someone else do it.  I know it is hard, there is so much unknown and
unseen.  But what a challenge, to create a life, and the opportunity is all
yours, it screams for you to take it.



There was a man (or possibly a woman), once, long ago, many many years.  There
was a tightness in his chest and a lump in his throat.  He felt something that
his father and mother did not teach him. It was the most beautiful momemt of
his life, a feeling he could not describe but wanted to feel the rest of his
life, beyond if possible.  He loved, maybe his wife, maybe his daughter, maybe
his friend, maybe his enemy.  He knew he was happy and could always be, there
was so much beauty in the world.



He passed love on to all he met in his life, in some form or another.  I am
grateful that he (or possibly she) did.



I believe there are no limits on human love or genius.  Have we met a barrier
yet?  I cannot think of one.  Why do people see a wall where none exists?
There is nothing but freedom, absolute, to use however you want, to achiever
whatever you desire.

In this world or in the next, dole out your genius and love fiercly.

-Ian