Yes, no, maybe?
I would change some things. More money would always be nice. But overall, I have no regrets.
i’m as happy as a clinically suicidal rape victim
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Hello F(r)iends,
I embrace humanity and revel in human experience.
I will always want a better life, a different life, a whole new life, another chance.
More, more, more. We are insatiable in our appetites.
Satisfaction is death.
-Thirst4More
I’m alive. For the moment that is good enough for me.
Thirst
I think the trick for me is to be satisfied in the moment… savor every bite.
Always yearn for and expect the best knowing you will be fine if you allow yourself to be authentic. Don’t look back and don’t fret about the future. Just BE.
If you find your bliss you may never need another thing.
My answer? Absolutely.
I believe wantsare shaped by what societies labels as wantable.
Only if you allow it. Don’t.
You don’t have the option to not allow it. By the age you start to think rationally for your own, those values have become a part of you.
Only if you allow it. Even a murderer can find God and change his ways or values… As I said.
Yeah,
I feel pretty fucking lucky to be honest. We all pretty much live in the top 2% of wealth in the world.
It’s sad now that I’m going to add the statement ‘a bit more money would be nice’
My birthday was a few days ago. When you’re young birthdays are a cause to celebrate, party & get drunk. As I get older…well, still a good excuse to get drunk, I but I always find myself in a contempative mood. While in a sense they’re artificial milestones, they are invitations to compare the life you have to the life you want. Am I happy? Am I “on the right track”? Is there a right track?
I was a brilliant and precocious child. I never expected my life to be happy, but I always assumed it would be meaningful and interesting. Now at 37 I have to face the fact that I will never cure cancer or discover a Grand Unified Field Theory. Publishing the Great American Fantasy Novel is also looking a bit unlikely. My life is rather ordinary in many ways. I’ve been somewhat successful professionally, but I could be more so. I’ve had opportunites that I’ve squandered and I’ve made mistakes. I’m reasonably content with my life, but that bothers me a bit- who wants to be content? 
This is not meant to be a whine. Like most folks I’m not really happy nor unhappy. Perhaps there’s no perfect life, just life. I’m fortunate that my circumstances afford me many opportunites- I’m considering them very carefully. I’m not rich, but I’m pretty comfortable. Maybe I’ll figure out how to trade that comfort for a little excitement. 
TSZ - prologue, passage 4
How much of our lives is our choice? Was it Kierkegaard who said that everything is out choice and if we are unhappy it’s because we choose to be unhappy? Anyway, how much of what we do is our own choice, everything? If we are unhappy or if something awful happens to us, is it our own choice that causes it to be so? Should everything be blamed on ourselves?
Perhaps?
I too could use money but if i don’t get it Oh well. The path I walk is surrounded by love and laughter interspersed with pain and tears. As long as I walk this path with my eyes open and all my senses alert, I walk the best path in the universe for I walk it with my partner and friend. Sharing it all with him and being able to have each others support is the best it could ever be.
Only one thing I would change; His pack ratness, Christ a lock sitting for five years might be useful 10 yrs from now and everytime I quietly behind his back, chuck something out , Murphy’s Laws steps in, and he desperately needs that one thing that he had not seen for five or 10 yrs. LOL that would be the only thing I would change about our lives.
I just got an email from one of my best friends last nite- he’s had a relapse of the condition that forced him to walk with a cane. Right now he’s stuck in a wheelchair while the docs try to adjust his meds so he has the strength to walk. He’s a wonderful guy with a lot going for him, but sadly a lot going against him. My existential angst feels a little lightweight compared to him hoping he’ll walk again.
Maybe any life is sweet, even if it’s bittersweet.
it is brought to this again.
listening to the downhearted. they sound like they dont know where they came from and dont know where they are going.
this scares the hell out of me.
now the question:i am not content with my life. i have done all i can every day. i seek the perfect decision every moment. to improve myself every moment. the result? i may be doing well spiritually, but i’ve managed to ride in a vehicle about 5 times in the last year. i’d been thinking i was back in condition to go places again,but i began to feel like shit again this we(a)ek.
pain and ineptitude follow me everywhere i go.i am in a world that does not know me and humanity is divided,devoid and lacking.Xenophobia is the rule.The gene.you little bastard! because of you we have nothing but the same stories with new sick twists and new characters for thousands of years!!all this in a world ruled by the devil.
hellearth…
i was a king,an emporer.i was someone; in a great place where the individual mattered.not inept random birth,born to die in…
[size=200]The wonderfull hellearth!!![/size]
even that place,could i even go there anymore,would have been enough. and i’d have scorned this place with a vengeance simply because i could reside somewhere else.
…
to quote my earlier poem:
ah, that post was negative.glad that’s outta my system! 
Hmmm . . . how to answer?
From time to time, I ponder my life choices and their consequences. I question some of the decisions I’ve made and the ramifications of those decisions. I try not to dwell on which decisions didn’t work out in my favor.
At any rate, I chalk up poorly executed decisions as experiences from which I can learn and therefore, will never make the same mistake twice. Well, sometimes I learn the first time around and sometimes, I learn the second time around. Rarely do I make it to the third round. 
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve been letting go of past regrets. I think that wasting too much time dwelling on past regrets is counterproductive to accepting the challenges and making sounder decisions as an adult than I did in my childhood, adolescence, or for that matter, my 20s. As I’ve learned a lot from my past experiences, I strive to be a much happier adult.
Next time, I’ll try to be more coherent in answering a thread. 