Madness or Hell, do you really know?
Get over it.
Stop Sulking and Fight.
Fight for yourself.
How can you expect others to love you, if you don't love yourself.
It's not that bad.
Somebody's got it worse, and I don't hear them complaining.
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
It's easy to spit out these old cliches when you've never understood another person's hell. Maybe I'm abnormal in this reguard. I've understood what hell is to other people. I've made it my buisness to learn a person's deepest darkest fears, and pains. I've used them to break down the worst of the worst that've attacked those closest to me.
Hell to anyone is, a constant persisting condition from which there is little or no escape, that they find completely unbearable.
A craftsman who loses his hands and sight, can no longer craft or enjoy the fruits of his previous labors... for him this would be hell, more so than any physical torture.
A Track star who suffers a high spinal injury, confined to a wheelchair unable to move from the neck down... this would be hell.
The most horrific way I've ever thought of to deal with somebody, though I've yet to encounter anyone who's quite deserved it yet, Is a non-lethal broken neck, cut out the tongue, gouge out the eyes, and burst the ear-drums. Rendering them immobile, deaf, blind, and mute. Alive, only because they exsist, otherwise a living death.
But these are all physical hells, so let's explore the psychological hells that are far more common.
The most common psychological hell deals with one's own childeren. These seem obvious, but there is far worse along this line. However I'm not going to talk about this common type.
For some it's addiction, being addicted to a drug, wanting to escape it, trying to escape it, and yet always falling back into it. Watching your body deteriorate, reliving the humiliating things you've done for a fix.
Isolation, being separated from everyone and everything, given just enough to survive, having no meaningful contact with other humans. Or Feeling shunned by them at every turn.
Writer's block. Having that best seller that could change the world stuck in your head waiting to be put on paper, but never being able to find the words to write it. This goes for inventor's too. Having that zero pollution, infinite power source that costs only cents to make, but never being able to get the parts to build the proto-type, or explain how it works to others. Having that final solution that could end poverty and war bring all human beings together in peace and harmony, just never able to express it so that anyone can understand it... or never being believed when you can.
The smallest things can be true hell for people, and yet dismissed so easily by others who've never bothered to understand exactly what hell is. Life is full of disappointments, and failures. Get over yourself and move on with your life... It's not always so easy, even for the strongest of us. Some of us have been fighting so long we can't remember anything else, and we're tired of it. Tired of fighting a tide that never wanes, tired of standing against the world and fighting for every inch only to lose 10 if we take a breath. How long can somebody be expected to run at top speed, without slowing down, without resting, without faltering?
You don't have to coddle those who are suffering in their own hell, but you don't need to berate them either... well in some cases it may help, but truely, try understanding... In the understanding lies the path to escape, if there is one.
I do believe people should do for themselves, because nobody else will do for them.... unless their Rich, Attractive, or Powerful. But that's not always possible and I'll be the first to admit it. Sometimes people just need some understanding... knowing that somebody actually gives a fuck without expecting something in return for their spent time pretending to care.
I'm a piece of Trash thrown away by everyone who's ever been close to me. I know and accept this... so if a Piece of Trash can understand this... why the fuck can't everyone else?
Nevermind I know why... It's too inconvienent for them.
Gods people get under my skin sometimes.
If you think this applies to you, you're probably wrong, If you're sure it applies to you, then maybe you're right.
Stop Sulking and Fight.
Fight for yourself.
How can you expect others to love you, if you don't love yourself.
It's not that bad.
Somebody's got it worse, and I don't hear them complaining.
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
It's easy to spit out these old cliches when you've never understood another person's hell. Maybe I'm abnormal in this reguard. I've understood what hell is to other people. I've made it my buisness to learn a person's deepest darkest fears, and pains. I've used them to break down the worst of the worst that've attacked those closest to me.
Hell to anyone is, a constant persisting condition from which there is little or no escape, that they find completely unbearable.
A craftsman who loses his hands and sight, can no longer craft or enjoy the fruits of his previous labors... for him this would be hell, more so than any physical torture.
A Track star who suffers a high spinal injury, confined to a wheelchair unable to move from the neck down... this would be hell.
The most horrific way I've ever thought of to deal with somebody, though I've yet to encounter anyone who's quite deserved it yet, Is a non-lethal broken neck, cut out the tongue, gouge out the eyes, and burst the ear-drums. Rendering them immobile, deaf, blind, and mute. Alive, only because they exsist, otherwise a living death.
But these are all physical hells, so let's explore the psychological hells that are far more common.
The most common psychological hell deals with one's own childeren. These seem obvious, but there is far worse along this line. However I'm not going to talk about this common type.
For some it's addiction, being addicted to a drug, wanting to escape it, trying to escape it, and yet always falling back into it. Watching your body deteriorate, reliving the humiliating things you've done for a fix.
Isolation, being separated from everyone and everything, given just enough to survive, having no meaningful contact with other humans. Or Feeling shunned by them at every turn.
Writer's block. Having that best seller that could change the world stuck in your head waiting to be put on paper, but never being able to find the words to write it. This goes for inventor's too. Having that zero pollution, infinite power source that costs only cents to make, but never being able to get the parts to build the proto-type, or explain how it works to others. Having that final solution that could end poverty and war bring all human beings together in peace and harmony, just never able to express it so that anyone can understand it... or never being believed when you can.
The smallest things can be true hell for people, and yet dismissed so easily by others who've never bothered to understand exactly what hell is. Life is full of disappointments, and failures. Get over yourself and move on with your life... It's not always so easy, even for the strongest of us. Some of us have been fighting so long we can't remember anything else, and we're tired of it. Tired of fighting a tide that never wanes, tired of standing against the world and fighting for every inch only to lose 10 if we take a breath. How long can somebody be expected to run at top speed, without slowing down, without resting, without faltering?
You don't have to coddle those who are suffering in their own hell, but you don't need to berate them either... well in some cases it may help, but truely, try understanding... In the understanding lies the path to escape, if there is one.
I do believe people should do for themselves, because nobody else will do for them.... unless their Rich, Attractive, or Powerful. But that's not always possible and I'll be the first to admit it. Sometimes people just need some understanding... knowing that somebody actually gives a fuck without expecting something in return for their spent time pretending to care.
I'm a piece of Trash thrown away by everyone who's ever been close to me. I know and accept this... so if a Piece of Trash can understand this... why the fuck can't everyone else?
Nevermind I know why... It's too inconvienent for them.
Gods people get under my skin sometimes.
If you think this applies to you, you're probably wrong, If you're sure it applies to you, then maybe you're right.