quiethound45 said:I totally get where you're coming from... honestly, it feels like you're heading in the right direction, though there’s probably still some work to do on your mindset and self-awareness.. but it'll happen 🙂
you're young.. you're wild.. you're a guy.. 😬
your time will come.. 😉
trust me 🙂
just walk away from whatever you're into.. if you're actually hooked, it'll dull your senses until you're basically just an empty shell... by then you'll be forced to quit, and things get much harder once the consequences catch up to you..
but you haven't really specified what stage you're at or what you're dealing with specifically? without knowing that, I guess I can't really give you any solid advice..
It wasn't actually that bad. 2006 was a total nightmare for me. I was struggling hard with heroin back then.
I can tell you that it's a really tough addiction, but it’s not quite as catastrophic as people make it out to be. The only real issue is that once you're in it, you have to accept that there's no going back, because everything else just falls apart. "Just one more time and I'm done" is the most common lie an addict tells themselves.
It’s like saying goodbye to someone you truly loved—the kind of person whose presence alone made you feel grounded, relaxed, and completely at peace with yourself.
If someone forbids you from ever seeing her again, that’s it. Once an addict finally comes to terms with reality, they're cured.
That’s not really the issue. That's just a symptom. What's the actual cause?
When I turned 18, I felt like a giant—just some guy ready to take on any challenge that came my way.
Lord, help me out here. My brain was firing on all cylinders today, so my communication was spot on—which naturally boosted my confidence and helped me get exactly what I wanted.
If I hadn't taken the path I did back then, I’d probably already be holding my own and fully prepared for this world in my absolute prime.
To Medjun, my sympathy is too much. I wanted to sink, and I started to descend, realizing the suffering of people, the suffering of this world, and the filth we are all caught up in.
I’ve never really taken being on this planet too seriously. I mean, do you guys actually see how much we all differ? And does anyone truly grasp the sheer scale of the cosmos? Honestly, who knows what planet you originated from, or where you're headed once you pass on.
People are terrified. They act like animals, circling their food like predators guarding a kill from any other scavenger. It’s the same here—we exhaust ourselves fighting over our own little slice of territory. We've fenced off a piece of the globe and called it "our backyard," insisting that we're the only ones who rule this spot and that it belongs solely to us.
I started feeling a bit overwhelmed by my own thoughts, so I turned to my medication to help clear things up.
We’re incredibly greedy; if we make a thousand bucks, we just want another thousand, and it goes on forever. I can't help but wonder, what would Hitler have done if he actually conquered the entire world? He probably would have killed himself, since there wouldn't be anything left to take.
That's just pure ego. It’s how we raise our kids, and honestly, it’s how I was raised too. "Son, be the best." Fight!
Get lost, all of you. I know what I know—I know that I know more than you, yet I also know that I know absolutely nothing, so don't try to lecture me.
We can be selfish. But really, does someone even need a reason to help another person?
We lack awareness. That’s exactly why we keep messing everything up.
I’m thinking about painting a picture where Jesus is on the left, Allah is on the right, and they're sitting in the middle together, just laughing at all our nonsense. I'd probably be terrible at it, though. Honestly, it feels like they've stopped caring about helping us altogether.
Well, it’s all just the "Other Side," as the Red Hot Chili Peppers would sing.
But what about this side? This side is honestly pretty messy and grim, if we're being real.
Just pure greed and selfishness.
There are exceptions, of course—there are genuinely good people out there, including here on this forum.
But what can one person actually change? We're all just stuck in the cycle... drinking until dawn only to do it all over again tomorrow.
Or, you could just freak out, live without fear, and remember this is all just a dream...