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Positive What are you grateful for ?

I understand @LucidSDreamr
I also suffer with chronic pain.
I often wish Death would come to me.

Forgive me. (I understand what you are going through by mentioning the fish with its entrails hanging out)
I am so sorry.
I have been ripped off a well controlled medication situation and thrown to the suboxone clinic.
It feels like my spirit is leaking out all over the place.
I am back to not being able to eat or sleep and I am going mental.

I understand @LucidSDreamr
I also suffer with chronic pain.
I often wish Death would come to me.

Forgive me. (I understand what you are going through by mentioning the fish with its entrails hanging out)
I am so sorry.
I have been ripped off a well controlled medication situation and thrown to the suboxone clinic.
It feels like my spirit is leaking out all over the place.
I am back to not being able to eat or sleep and I am going mental.
PM sent
 
I’m grateful for my pain.
I’m grateful for my sorrow.
I’m grateful for my despair.

I’m grateful that I’m able to feel these emotions.

Im grateful for the present moment.
I’m grateful that I can accept where I am in life.
I’m grateful that there is fight in me yet, that what I have faced has not destroyed the part of me that wants a better world for us all.
I’m grateful that I have the grit to endure a world full of examples of why it would be better to just die.
I’m grateful that my eyes can see also the reasons why it is worth it to live.

The sun has not made me blind.
The wind has not made me cold.
The earth has not yet interned me.
Poetry warms my soul.

Perhaps someone here would benefit from reading this.

“Out of the night that covers me. Black as the pit from pole to pole. I thank whatever gods may be, for my unconquerable soul. In The fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning of chance, my head is bloodied but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears, looms but the horrors of the shade. And yet the menace of the years, finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate. How charged with punishment the scroll.

I am the master of my fate.
I am the captain of my soul.”

William earnest henley

This philosophers you read were not poets. Their writing has led you to a great crisis of meaning and you have forgotten the stark beauty of the fish who in his dying moments sought once more to stroll along with his school. Turn the ship of your life away from that precipice and be willing to feel your pain.

If you are truly a philosopher then please, accept my challenge.

Read deeply the texts “the myth of sysyphus” by Albert Camus and subsequently, “amor fati” by neitsche. Then come to me and tell me why you will not bear the weight upon your shoulders when your back is so strong. Tell me why you do not love the sights your eyes are drawn to if you so love the philosophy you have read that you would devalue your one life you have to live.

Your philosophers do not serve you.

Better to read the words of poets.

Or in other words. Perhaps rationality is your problem, and it would be better for you to dwell in the absurd notion, that there is beauty in the horror which is worth seeing, that your pain is worth experiencing, that your life is worth living.
 
I'm thankful for Jesus numbering my days, not my definition of it. But, his. Living each day looking to him to the full. When Saten reminds me that my day's are numbered, I remind him that God numbers my days, and I remind him of his future.


How Sweet. You seem to have a big heart and aim toward Righteousness. That's so Strong. Lov Ya !!! ❤️‍🔥🩵:cool:
 
I'm grateful for the awesome community here on Bluelight!
Grateful that no matter what is going on irl that you have a place here.
I'm grateful for giving psych meds a chance, and I'm actually starting to feel a little bit better.
Grateful for the amazing people here, that show unconditional love towards one another ♥️
 
right now fuck all because every conceivable part of my life is in the crapper through no fault of my own. fuck this 'scrape for two micrograms of gold dust in acres of stinking mud and convince yourself you should be grateful' BS
Sorry about that.
The good thing is, without the bad momento you wouldn't apareciste the good ones as much.
 
I am grateful for having a roof over my head, food, clean water to drink & having my medicine paid for.

These are stressful moments in my life that atleast for now I don't have to worry about. The only thing that I worry about now is if my roommate will snore or not, or one of the housemates will steal something from me.
 
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