Drowning in school work!

May 20, 2010 18:10

There's three weeks left of school, and suddenly I got a buttload of work to do. Yesterday I got the offer to try and change my English grade from a 5 to a 6; which I of course took. So now I'm making a presentation about the UK General Election. I think I'm doing ok, but I'm performing it tomorrow, so I'm real nervous ( Read more... )

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I hope this is helpful ayascythe May 21 2010, 08:32:14 UTC
Are you afraid of dying? What do you think happens afterwards? Do you think of death often?
I've finished reading Pratchett's "A hat full of stars" just yesterday and there was a quote in it that is quite fitting (vaguely translated, because I couldn't find the quote online):

"I think you need to cross the desert," she said.
What's on the other side? Arthur asked.
Tiffany hesitated. "Some people believe you reach a better world," she said. "Others believe you'll return into this world with a different body. And then there are some people who believe in Nothingness, that you'll just cease to be."
And what do you belive? Arthur asked.
"I think there are no words to describe it," Tiffany said.
Is that true? Arthur asked.
"I think that's why you need to cross the desert," said Tiffany. "To find out."

Most of the times, I'm too terrified to think about death, but when I do that's the only thing I can come up with: that it's a concept too abstract and too complex to ever be properly grasped by the human mind. How could we ever claim to know what it's like? I think we're all wrong.

Also: good luck with your exams!

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Re: I hope this is helpful caramelsilver May 21 2010, 20:50:03 UTC
That's a beautiful quote! And it actually helped me write a page of the essay today, so THANK YOU!

I'm not afraid of saying that I'm shit scared of dying. I do not want to do it, I'm terrified that nothing will happen. I'm afraid of nothingness.

And thank you! =)=)

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