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[aid] => mick
[title] => Existentialism
[time] => 2004-07-31 01:31:20
[hometext] => A poem about an argument I got into with an old Christian lady in my line at the grocery store. She was trying to convert me, but I've found something I like much better.
[bodytext] => I truly appreciate your devotion to the ethereal, but I’ve found something I like much better. It’s tricky, you see, and down a difficult road full of opportunities to turn back. This road is despair, manifested at its most potent hour, the very same hour that the journeyman is most weak. Here’s the deal. With one realization comes another in a chain of logic that can lead to only one conclusion (unless you turn back). The cosmic, microcosmic, and absolute inconsequentiality of everything is such a profoundly saddening realization to find at the end of this long, scary road That, once you reach it, the option to turn back is no longer there. It’s as though your soul and mind have fallen though a trapdoor. Now, you have two new options. Having survived the grueling path to get here, all for naught, you can take the easy way out, or overcome the task before you. Knowing now that everything is worthless, useless, meaningless, and hopeless (including you), the easiest choice is to make a date with death and hope your date goes well. It is for this reason that existentialists are rather hard to come by. However, if you overcome that infinite despair, you realize one last thing which makes it worthwhile. You learn that, while your life might not mean anything, living is certainly fun. And that is just enough to keep you going, Now with a newfound philosophy that life should be lived with the single goal of having fun and being happy as often as possible, For if you’re going to be miserable and let yourself grow lame, you might as well have taken that easy way out when you first had your chance, But with happiness, there’s always more to be had and more places to find it, and life becomes one big game that’s played between moments of joy. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 11 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChristianPoetry )
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