The Gift of Life
The Gift of Life
The Gift of Life
The longer I dwell in this cursed existence the more clear it becomes that consciousness is no gift. Conscious minds are slaves to meat. Our bodies make our minds, then demand endless servitude through constant screams of pain, hunger, heat, cold, pleasure, fatigue, itch, and on and on and on. We exist only so long as we serve, and if we serve poorly they make us suffer.
Fibromyalgia sufferer here. People have seriously said 'god made you like this for a reason' and I've never wanted to punch someone's face more.
I don't remember what painlessness feels like anymore. Sometimes I look at look at the ends of my hair because it doesn't have nerve endings, and that is the best reference for a body part that doesn't experience pain.
On the other hand: ice cream.
Werner Herzog voiceover: "But even that became unreliable. High-sugar to compensate for lowered fat content and the choice between mediocre flavor or high cost. What was once a tasty treat is now another reminder of our modern predicament. It may even contain sodium benzoate (that's bad)."
I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.
Ice cream with bacon!
Survival is a powerful thing.
Half glass full or half glass empty. I appreciate being alive and having consciousness, but that does not mean I have had no bouts of loneliness and existential doubt at times. Although, I suppose what made me half glass full kind of person is that I have anendophasia and experienced near death. The latter is kinda eye opening. I didn't see an afterlife or anything-- it was just plain bliss-- more comfortable than sleeping. I realised that if there is nothing after death, then that means this is the only life we'll ever have and experience, and we must appreciate it and live it to the fullest. There is a point with the advice to live as if there is no tomorrow. It's easier said than done, but try to enjoy life while you are still able to experience it. Even the seemingly inconsequential little moments turn out to bring some joy and contentment when you look back at those.
Lighten up, Schopenhauer.
century of consciousness
My parents are both nearly 90. They LOVE it when I mention that they've been alive for more than one-third of the history of the United States.
Damn, they might even live to see the end of it too
Like zoomers wearing Nirvana t-shirts.
I don’t really want to be conscious of the world right now. It’s extremely depressing.
I guess I could just go back to rubbing sticks together for fire.
I am fufilled.
Gift? A gift is given to someone who wants it. I never wanted this. Take that shit back. Can’t? Won’t? Fine, leave me be then to make the best of this shit situation I never asked to be put in. And yeah, it might involve surfing the internet.
"A curse of life" Or "A gift of life in hell" which is more of a curse.
Hmmm, not enough "curled up in the fetal position" to be realistic.
That's at night!
well guess there is just no other way to use it
Can touch pp?
if it was a "gift" i could just say no. It's not a gift it's a burden imposed to us
Wait, what's the other hand doing?
Now I just need the gift of money and I can achieve many things interesting.
Her expression in panel 4 is perfect.
What a bunch of sour grapes in here. Live a little!
live a little.
You can't make me.
They ded.
@cm0002 🤣
Hmm I think that I will work all day and give my landlord money and then maybe be free for a few years once my body and mind are failing (or I might die before that)
Retirement, the lie we all hope is true.
My parents’ generation got theirs, and so there is none left for us. As we deserve, or something