I feel like any person's feelings are valid. I've been in some pretty low places where I seriously considered just letting myself go. I knew then that it was purely physical. I have no doubt that it's possible for a person to be in a place where death is really the thing they are ready for. Why did I hang on? I've still got a few people in my life that I really don't want to leave, so I continue to hang on through the times when it would actually be easier for me to "let go". because the time i get to spend with them is worth the trouble. But again, if they weren't here on this earth, and I found myself in another physically torturous situation, i would probably let go. having said that, I hope I will always have a reason to keep trying, and I very much hope that every other person in my kind of situation will likewise find a reason to keep enduring the pain. Because for me, regardless, life is generally better than death. Yes, life is a terminal disease in that, once you are born, you will most certainly die. In between, it's about good vs. evil: good being the pleasure of love between souls, and evil being disease. I totally agree with the idea that love is the cure for the evil of death. While you are in love, even the love of a loving God, then in a way, there is no death, only transformation. jjneyjr, hope you can endure and that it gets better. I am about your age, and it's been a long road too. But here is one small voice saying: for me the world is better because someone like you, even though i don't know you, would try to hang on and would write something insightful about life.
Camus engaged in entirely too much navel gazing. Perhaps he found something there of more value than just fluff.
I could ask for a more encompassing explanation of the "cancer of life" metaphor, but I really don't think I want to know. My daffodils are blooming and my raspberries are budding, and I choose not to see any malignancy.
Quote from: MooseMom on April 13, 2013, 11:05:10 PMI could ask for a more encompassing explanation of the "cancer of life" metaphor, but I really don't think I want to know. My daffodils are blooming and my raspberries are budding, and I choose not to see any malignancy.It's hard to write one's feelings down and open them up to criticism, especially difficult when it involves the feeling that you'd rather not live. I think it's wise to look away if you suspect your own emotional state might be too fragile. Sometimes I make that choice, too.... I trust that if I ever feel differently, IHD would be one outlet where I could discuss this openly.
I have a very simplistic view of the philosophy of life, as least how it pertains to me, because I like simplistic things. They are far less complicated. *LOL*I have six people that my world revolves around. As long as they endure, so will I. I do know that at some point, I may not have a choice in the matter, but as long as I do, I will not put these six people through the pain of losing me unnecessarily.I'm not really sure if this is a philosophy, but it is why I continue to have a machine keep me alive
Of course life would be much better if my damned football team could actually win a game once every while!