Existing is simply being alive. You’re drifting through everyday life along with billions of other people on this planet.
But living is having control of your being alive. You call the shots on what takes place in that magnificent yet scary journey that we call life. You are in charge of your own story.
Strive towards living, not existing.
Crying is not a weakness nor a strength. Crying is an emotion.
You cannot judge someone on basis of it. One cries due to stress which can be physical, mental or emotional. But the sad phase comes for a time. For example: If someone who is going through a tough time seems happy at a moment, you may say they are strong. They may just be managing their emotions.
Men and women both can cry. No one is weak. In fact, crying helps to release emotions and balance the stress hormones.
The body makes several types of tears. Pain, sadness, sorrow, joy, happiness and memories. You don’t have to wait until you’re alone. As long as it’s not due to stress and/or depression, but even then it’s ok. But if the problem is truly mental, then a doctor should be talked to, so that needed meds may be given to help.
It takes guts to show your feelings than to pretend you don’t have any. Don’t be afraid to cry. There is no right or wrong.
So when I saw this prompt, I had no idea what to post. What exactly did this post mean? So I posed the question on facebook and these were the answers:
I do agree with all of these answers.
So to answer the question myself, if I had to teach something, I would teach card making. I enjoy it and I’m good at it even though I haven’t done it in a while. I would also teach more than basic animal care to people because it’s unbelievable how many people get animals (domestic and exotic) and haven’t a clue how to take care of them. Or least teach them how to do research; I mean Google is available. Use it. Hell, I would teach people how to use Google! I’m an expert on that! lol
It is a tough question because the idea of being in jail or even worse prison is very scary and something I don’t want any part of. At the same time, if my loved one needed a drug (yes I am going to the classic example) that would save their life and I had a way to steal it – I think that I would.
I am not sure about the other examples because if I kill someone to protect a loved one, that isn’t a crime if their lives are in danger.
Here is a good one – if a loved one were a fugitive and the police knocked on my door and asked where he or she was – would I tell the truth?
Well, let me get to the first part of the question. I would “harbor” a loved one if he or she needed a place to stay. The key words are “loved one” – I couldn’t risk that for someone I just liked. (Loved ones include close family and very close friends.) The second part of the question is tricky only because if the police have just cause to search my home because they have reason to believe my loved one was there – lying to the police (which is breaking the law) would just delay the inevitable (and I’d be in enough trouble for the harboring part). If the loved one was not staying with me, but I knew where he or she was – I would not tell the police.
Hmm…this is a lot less profound than I thought. I guess it is a simple question because it is based on circumstance. I do think that you got a little insight into how I think in that I am not afraid to admit that going to jail scares me and is something that I would really want to avoid – but I can’t let a loved one go to prison or die so that I won’t go to jail…but it has to be a loved one.
Oh, I feel I should also say that I have never been in a situation that even resembles the above general scenario. In other words, it is easy to say now and my answer is more an idealized version of myself as opposed to anything that I have had to do (and hopefully I never do).
My biggest fear is death. Always has been. Having a fear of death really gives you that utter, deep down, painful feeling inside your stomach. At least for myself.
It’s even worse at night as I try to sleep. During the day if I think about it, I can mostly brush it off. But when I am lying in my bed at night the though of death turns my stomach, takes me hours to fall asleep. What if I don’t wake up? Of course people always say, “You’d be dead. You wouldn’t know.” But what if you do/did?
The idea of not existing has haunted me since I could feel fear. Because death makes me feel insignificant (which I know I am) and my existence unimportant (which it probably is) .
Oddly enough, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna be dead by the time I’m 50, but it still terrifies me. I’m not proud to admit this, but what I would be willing to do for immortality is quite ruthless. The guilt I would be willing to live forever with is overwhelming. Please don’t think less of me…
I’m not proud to admit this, but what I would be willing to do for immortality is quite ruthless. The guilt I would be willing to live forever with is overwhelming. Please don’t think less of me…
To end this, I fear death is summed up well in this Tyrion Lannister quote.
I am about four years old here with my long legged teddy bear, later called Corduroy (yes named after the book bear).