I'm about as imaginative as the next fellow, i guess, so i can imagine people reading me and thinking: make your point already and shut up. So, i want to try that, but if i fail to make my point, in my estimation, i reserve the right to make further attempts.
I think happiness is the absence of something, rather than the abundance of things like money, food, and sex. That thing is ...FEAR! Happiness is the absence of
fear. The fear that you will not have what you need, and the fear of death--maybe, more specifically dieing a horrible death, but really, is there a good death?
Therefore people have devised ways to deal with that fear. One way is to not think about life, because, inevitably, that would lead to thinking about death; death is part of life, the last part. Blasting music in your ears all day long is a common way to not think about life, staring at your Blackberry phone is another. You can wear a robe, maybe shave your head, and meditate on all that is good, peaceful, and glorious about life and not let anything else in your meditations.
Or, you can accept Jesus into your life with all the promises that come with that acceptance, like heaven. You have to follow the rules, though, it's not a free ride, and some organizations actually let you know exactly what percentage of your income you should contribute.
I'm not saying any of these options don't work or are bad for us, and there are many more; another one that comes to mind is the one where you think of yourself as an artist and free spirit, and you only drink green or white tea, and in your spare time you write essays about how religion is more fantasy than reality. There is just nothing like thinking that you are right to distract a person from the reality of life, which is that it will end.
And that's fine with me because i'm one of those people that firmy believe that death is exactly what the name implies: the end. To me it does not imply transition, next stop: death, you will change buses here, connections going up and....down (sinister laugh).
It's just the end of the line.
I think happiness is the absence of something, rather than the abundance of things like money, food, and sex. That thing is ...FEAR! Happiness is the absence of
fear. The fear that you will not have what you need, and the fear of death--maybe, more specifically dieing a horrible death, but really, is there a good death?
Therefore people have devised ways to deal with that fear. One way is to not think about life, because, inevitably, that would lead to thinking about death; death is part of life, the last part. Blasting music in your ears all day long is a common way to not think about life, staring at your Blackberry phone is another. You can wear a robe, maybe shave your head, and meditate on all that is good, peaceful, and glorious about life and not let anything else in your meditations.
Or, you can accept Jesus into your life with all the promises that come with that acceptance, like heaven. You have to follow the rules, though, it's not a free ride, and some organizations actually let you know exactly what percentage of your income you should contribute.
I'm not saying any of these options don't work or are bad for us, and there are many more; another one that comes to mind is the one where you think of yourself as an artist and free spirit, and you only drink green or white tea, and in your spare time you write essays about how religion is more fantasy than reality. There is just nothing like thinking that you are right to distract a person from the reality of life, which is that it will end.
And that's fine with me because i'm one of those people that firmy believe that death is exactly what the name implies: the end. To me it does not imply transition, next stop: death, you will change buses here, connections going up and....down (sinister laugh).
It's just the end of the line.
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