Interpret ‘hardest’ however suits you. Look forward to your answers!
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Nothing matters, but neither does that fact.
Growing up in a population with lots of spirituality, it felt like a requirement to have some higher meaning to your life. And me deciding one-by-one that I didn’t believe in the spiritual stuff, it felt like I was missing that higher meaning.
What I didn’t realize for too long, is that if I don’t believe in the spiritual stuff, then I necessarily also don’t believe that the spiritual people have a higher meaning to their life. And that it’s not a requirement. A regular meaning or even no meaning is just as fine.
Life having no meaning or purpose can be scary. Living in an artificial bubble of pretend is scarier.
While I’m sure there are many genuinely religious or spiritual people, the vast majority just mindlessly follow what they have been told.
Nothing you do matters, so the only thing that matters is what you do
You don’t have to forgive everything.
It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness; that is life.
Captain Jean-Luc Picard
You can do everything right and still lose, still face heart break, and still face setbacks.
“Not everything is a lesson Ryan, sometimes you just fail.”
To this day, that is one of my favorite fictional quotes of all time. It’s something that for years every now and again I have to remind myself of, since our modern world focuses so extremely on success in all ways at all costs.
It’s kinda scary actually…
To keep my mouth shut more than it’s open.
Still working on that one, actually.
Society sucks.
There are some great benefits, but it just feels like it’s doing more harm than good.
Humans seem to aim more to oppress each other and make the world worse for their descendants than the opposite, overall.
Interpret ‘hardest’ however suits you
I’ll just scope it down to yesterday. I intentionally short-circuited a 36v battery to see if the battery is still functional or not because my multimeter is out of power. I did this intentionally or otherwise usually in 12v environment to either test out quickly if the wire is connected, or when i accidentally shorted the terminal. The spark are weak on 12v so no big deal with 36v right?
It’s the brightest spark i’ve ever witnessed in a semi-controlled environment, second to welding spark, and it leave a blind spot in my vision for about 10 second. The terminal melted a bit, and the wire bit that touched the terminal disintegrated. Also almost start a house fire with that.
Note to self: wait until you get your equipment in working condition before you work with electric.
So ,you would short a car battery to see if it’s working??
Know when to ask for help. You can’t always hold the world on your shoulders.
Sometimes you don’t get a chance to say what you wish you had.
Reminds me of a quote from a Reddit comment years ago:
“Sometimes we lack the strength to communicate, and we whisper what we need to shout.”
Yeah, that hits in the feels too. In my case there have been two big ones. I wish I would’ve told the girl that got away that I just got jealous and it was my fault I pushed her away…that I forgave her or more realistically that she did nothing wrong. I was young and dumb. The other was what I didn’t say to my stepson, that I wasn’t ever going to try to be the “new sheriff in town” and that life is hard and he was fine just the way he was. Maybe that yesterday’s painful lessons become tomorrow’s triumphs. He was an angsty, antisocial teen and I always figured he’d be cooler towards me when he grew up a bit. He killed himself, so growing up never happened.
Goddamn, I was blindsided by that last sentence. Sending good vibes now.
Alcohol is a poison.
You can’t just pretend that you’re “driven by logic” and ignore your “weak” emotions forever. If the foundations upon which you build your personality are rotten, there will be point where it all comes crashing down. Until that moment you just waste time pretending to be someone you aren’t.
This is something commonly misunderstood as:
Logic = correct = good
Emotion = irrational = bad
In truth your emotions are trying to tell you something. You certainly shouldn’t be acting completely on emotion. But you do need to learn to interpret what your emotions are telling you and what that means, because there is critical information there that you would ignore at your peril.
Exactly. I think it’s easy for autistic people like me to fall into this mindset. When I was younger I was quite disillusioned with the world, mostly because I didn’t fully fit in. Feeling like I was in some way better, because I was driven by logic instead of emotion, was probably a defense mechanism or something. In truth it was not that I didn’t have emotions, I just wasn’t able to listen to them. Luckily I never really got into the far right “facts don’t care about your feelings” bullshit.
Understand that people will come and go in your life. For better or for worse.
Just because you’ve known somebody most of your life don’t assume you know anything about them. They can surprise you, for better or for worse. And for my experience it’s generally for the worse.
People change and sometimes it’s best to just let go.
If you had a chance to get laid as a teen DO IT. Or you’ll regret it, especially if you never get the chance as an adult.
In the grand scheme of things you’ll realize sex is not a big deal. Not sure how old you are but I’d guess 20’s. Give it another 15 and you’ll realize what’s truly important. Meaningful relationships.
No. I’m way older
Maybe physically… But mentally no.
You’re actively encouraging teens to have sex. And reading your replies it’s implied that you want them to have unprotected sex to procreate to produce more kids. That’s weird and creepy.
Hot take: sex isn’t that important.
It is. Is literally what put us in this fucking land. And it’s easier to say that if you at least had it.
Is literally what put us in this fucking land.
I follow the teachings of Lord Buddha. Being born is not the point. The point is to not be born.
That’s really dumb
Life necessarily involves ageing, sickness, and death. Feel free to enjoy those over and over.
having children is what put you here, you don’t want to have children as a teenager right?
I’m not a teenager
Gonna disagree, sex isn’t that important. Most ppl have sex for the act.
But there is literally no reason on insisting to have sex at a certain age. Especially when turning down the opportunity usually has a reason.
I’m willing to bet that there are millions of teen parents who would have a different view of this. The problem is that teens often don’t have access to birth control, or are manipulated, or plain stupid because their brains haven’t finished developing yet.
I’m sure that some people would have regrets about not getting laid as teens. But it’s hardly a hard and fast rule.
I’m the living proof
No offense to the guy, but looking at his post history, I don’t think if this is thoroughly tested advice…
If you have to force it, you’re going to break it.
Sidenote: rectal fistulas are awful.
Weapons are a human right, completely independent of anything about rebellions or keeping the government in check.
Individually, if you prevent a person from carrying a weapon when they’re in a dangerous situation, it’s like locking them into a cage with a hungry tiger in it.
It’s perfectly natural for a person to be able to reach out and pick up a weapon. To block someone from this takes active effort.
And if that person is in a dangerous situation, and you make that effort to prevent them from being armed, you’re actively violating their rights.
I’d say I am a prime target for random violence but I wouldn’t want weapons to be legalized here.
Does being a prime target for random violence mean you’ve experienced random violence?
I’m taking the other comment about not arguing with stupid people.
That there is no silver bullet, no quick fix, no “Eureka” moments that happen without work. “Progress” is less an exciting event, more a rhythm made by the repeated struggling against entropy; when you’re doing it well, you’ll come to hardly notice its beat until one day you look around and everything’s different.
You’d think that recognising this progress might be motivating, but it’s often demoralising because it demonstrates how unglamorous the work of self-improvement is. You hardly get time to enjoy your achievements, because as you grow, you become aware of how much more there is to do; the burdens on one’s time and energy tend to expand as our personal capacities do, so even if one makes incredible progress it can feel like you haven’t moved at all — in both your “before” and “after” snapshots, it can feel like you’re still barely staying afloat in life, even if objectively, you have massively improved your coping skills.
And the worst part of it all is knowing that it’s okay to be feeling like this. You’re tired because it’s a lot of work, and you’re demoralised because the work doesn’t end. You’re not the only one who has the stake in your life and your wellbeing, and as you grow, this will be underscored by a greater sense of duty towards the systems and people that depend on you; When I was young and very depressed, I stayed alive for my family and I resented the fact that they cared about me because it bound me to life. (Un)fortunately(?), over the years, my attempts to stick around to avoid hurting the people I care about has led to a bunch more people being invested in my wellbeing and I ended up loving those people too. How privileged I am to have such wonderful people in my life, who give me hope for the world and embolden me to keep fighting. And yet, I resent these people too. I have to allow myself that, at least a little bit, otherwise I’d collapse under the pressure of a duty to a world so much larger than I am. The worst part of it all is that I wouldn’t have it any other way.
So here I am, still plodding along, despite everything, hoping to make my existence a tiny little monument to resistance, as I stubbornly push back against all-consuming entropic decay. I know that in the grand scheme of things, nothing I, as an individual, does will matter, nor will it last, but I don’t care. Well, I do care — the enormity of it threatens to swallow me whole — but I don’t care that I care, because what difference does it make? The hardest lesson I’ve learned is that everyone feels this way, to an extent, and I’m nothing special. In that truth is terror, but also the comfort of solidarity. I may be scared and exhausted, but I know I’m not alone in this. For better or for worse, my life isn’t just for me.
Amen
This is exceptionally insightful
