Concepts

2 concepts that people will fight fiercely and in vain for are the absurd notions of right and wrong and that free will somehow could exist.

Die Daily

"in some way one must pay with life and consent daily to die, to give oneself up to the risks and dangers of the world, allow oneself to be engulfed and used up. Otherwise one ends up a though dead in trying to avoid life and death." Ernest Becker

Becoming Lucid

Becoming awake within the dream means seeing exactly what is…2+2=4  and not bending your mind or contorting it to come up with 2+2=5 just because you don't like the fact that 2+2=4.   Beliefs, hiding in someone else, accepting society and culture without any conscious thought to its validity. This is what it means to be a stuck in childhood. No longer hiding is what becoming an adult is about. Letting fear be present if it is going to be there. Dealing with it honestly. Finding out the source (which is always death) Illuminating your world. That's what this takes. Hiding behind concepts that don't have any real meaning just so that you can pretend there is meaning. Concepts like love, family, political affiliation, your favorite sports team, thinking you are somehow special or in possession of knowledge, thinking that you are somehow in control of your life. These are all of the hiding places that we go and stay trapped like in an ant farm, circling the same terrain our entire lives, too afraid of the truth and of death because then our life has no meaning. Life is meaningless. Once you recognize this, it is no longer an issue. Ok, so life has no meaning and we give up the struggle to pretend that it does. This is the point where life becomes beautiful. We realize our days are numbered and we set out to experience the fullness and beauty of what it means to be alive. Actually see the beauty in everything. No longer separating things into what we like and what we are scared of, we now see the awesomeness of the things that previously scared us. We give up judgments. We give up the idea that anything could ever possibly be wrong and just live. The most surprising thing about all of this is that it does surprise me. How could I have gone my entire life as if blindfolded? That is what makes me wonder, but also what makes this process so amazing.

Never

Never lose sight of wonder

Kierkegaard

He who is educated by dread (anxiety) is educated by possibility. When such a person, therefore, goes out from the school of possibility, and knows more thoroughly than a child knows the alphabet that he demands of life absolutely nothing, and that terror, perdition, annihilation, dwell next door to every man, and has learned the profitable lesson that every dread which alarms may the next instant become a fact, he will then interpret reality differently.

Trying to make it better

Is trying to make it better the core problem? Is covering it up with encouraging words or pills the best way? What is the alternative? What about keeping death as a close companion and letting him decide what is worth trying to make better. I think he would say, "live your life, I'm coming when you least expect it"

Here's what death does

Death makes you look at yourself and go, "What the fuck am I doing?"  Death looks at your problems and makes you realize you never even knew what that word means. Death makes words dissolve and leaves you with experience. Death is the only way to glimpse what love is. Death takes a color sitting on the floor and makes it dance. Death makes you realize that memory is worthless and the future will never find you. Death makes every song the most beautiful, every taste the sweetest, every vision sparkle, and every breeze feel the coolest. Death looks at your complaints with disbelief.  Death shows you that you have never before used your senses.

Death makes you understand for the first time what life is.