smashbot226
Smash Master
Well, I'm on a rant right now, so look out.
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I was thinking that throughout this year, the world has truly proven itself to be a rather depressing and virulent place.
As we all know, with '08 came, sadly, more disappointments than new goodies- economic slump, George Bush Jr, personal traumas, and Brawl's falling short of the fanboy expectation.
Now, I realize that the world isn't perfect- nothing is. It's just, well...
Everything I see now has a gaping flaw in it. It's like existence is just one big mishap that slid right under the nose of acceptance. I just can't hide it in anymore. I don't want to just turn the cheek and think everything is okay, because it's not. Call me a cynic, I don't care; it's how it is, whether we like it or not.
My own father, my flesh and blood, died this year on November's time- some of you may remember the thread I made out of grief. I then realized this- he was, technically, an alcoholic. My dad, the person who helped me through terrible times, killed himself despite doctor's warnings and his (HOPEFULLY.) awareness of his bad medical history.
I was told to trust in God but people who confide in an almighty invisible force for guidance and protection is naive, stupid, and worst of all, pathetic; they turn to an imaginary superman for help.
Then I was told to remember the good times. Oh, what good times; you mean the ones where I visit him only to wind up playing my old N64 while he watches football or plays a card game with my sister? Moments my ***.
I couldn't believe that somebody so intelligent, so smart, could do something such as this.
I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Why God, do you do this; why do you take away my own father?!?"
Then I realize- God isn't here. He never was. Just a thin line between life and death. Dad crossed that line and he fell over it and into the embrace of death. In a way I could thank him for opening my eyes.
There's no good or evil, right or wrong- people act on primary instinct, and if that's how people act, then I''m surprised civilization hasn't collapsed- the world is full of blind hatred, prejudice, full of people who call themselves "do-gooders" and "leaders." They are hypocrites. No man lives truly good nor evil, they are just supported by the blind ideals that all of us were taught at a young, impressionable age. And anyone who truly believes they are a good, even evil, person are naive to the truth.
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I ask you, Smashboards- I'm aware this isn't philosophy's number one hangout, but what is your opinion on my troubling question:
Do you agree?
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I was thinking that throughout this year, the world has truly proven itself to be a rather depressing and virulent place.
As we all know, with '08 came, sadly, more disappointments than new goodies- economic slump, George Bush Jr, personal traumas, and Brawl's falling short of the fanboy expectation.
Now, I realize that the world isn't perfect- nothing is. It's just, well...
Everything I see now has a gaping flaw in it. It's like existence is just one big mishap that slid right under the nose of acceptance. I just can't hide it in anymore. I don't want to just turn the cheek and think everything is okay, because it's not. Call me a cynic, I don't care; it's how it is, whether we like it or not.
My own father, my flesh and blood, died this year on November's time- some of you may remember the thread I made out of grief. I then realized this- he was, technically, an alcoholic. My dad, the person who helped me through terrible times, killed himself despite doctor's warnings and his (HOPEFULLY.) awareness of his bad medical history.
I was told to trust in God but people who confide in an almighty invisible force for guidance and protection is naive, stupid, and worst of all, pathetic; they turn to an imaginary superman for help.
Then I was told to remember the good times. Oh, what good times; you mean the ones where I visit him only to wind up playing my old N64 while he watches football or plays a card game with my sister? Moments my ***.
I couldn't believe that somebody so intelligent, so smart, could do something such as this.
I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Why God, do you do this; why do you take away my own father?!?"
Then I realize- God isn't here. He never was. Just a thin line between life and death. Dad crossed that line and he fell over it and into the embrace of death. In a way I could thank him for opening my eyes.
There's no good or evil, right or wrong- people act on primary instinct, and if that's how people act, then I''m surprised civilization hasn't collapsed- the world is full of blind hatred, prejudice, full of people who call themselves "do-gooders" and "leaders." They are hypocrites. No man lives truly good nor evil, they are just supported by the blind ideals that all of us were taught at a young, impressionable age. And anyone who truly believes they are a good, even evil, person are naive to the truth.
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I ask you, Smashboards- I'm aware this isn't philosophy's number one hangout, but what is your opinion on my troubling question:
Do you agree?