Is this all there is? Get up. Eat. Rest. Eat. Rest. Go to bed. Not exactly a thrilling existence. I thought there would be more. A lot more. What happened? When did my life turn into a mere being? A mere existing? A mere taking up space?
“How did that make you feel,” she asked. “Here. It made me feel here,” she replied. A few simple words can mean more to someone than you would ever think. After everything she went through, the pain, the abuse, she will be the strongest person I will never know. How can I feel so sad when there are stories such as hers? It’s my self-centeredness. I act like no one else is around me. I don’t think of others enough. But perhaps I don’t feel others think of me, leaving me to think about myself. I do not exist to them. I have a circle of friends around me but rarely do they go out of their way. They have each other and I am just a cold stone that sits in their pathway. I long to be a pebble to throw into the ocean so the salt water can slowly dig crevasses into my surface; slowly disintegrating me.
my existence does not matter to myself, but i realize that it matters to many others — family, friends, etc. etc. etc. .. existence can also be seen as a state of mind, the Buddhist believe that the truest of existences can only be acheive through enlightenment.. knowledge gained by many different means .. i exist to help others, well at least thats what i believe.
if i only live for myself then there is not purpose — selfishness is the ugliest thing known to man (one of them)
What is the meaning of this particular existence. Here, with so many others, but all you know is you. If you know you, then why do you seek to know others? Because of the sheer impossibility? Because of the curiosity, the desire, the longing for understanding? Is comradeship the meaning of existence?
I spat water in their path, smirking as some kind of giddy rage filled my chest.
It was fun, almost pleasurable to see them scramble, see them in their wonderful chaos.
I liked this. This was good.
Harming these ants and their
puny
little
existence.
am i really here. if a tree falls in the forest and no one’s there to see it can you still hear the birds screaming in pain. where is the wind coming from. where is it going to to. no one really knows its beginning or its end for it just goes around and around and around.
The bane of my existence, is definitely having to work for a living. I would love to write, read books, run around and shop, but we need money for leisure, and for that we must work. Work means no time for any of these pursuits. Sigh!
It’s a mere existence – being here without you – Why am I so blue – is it true the sky is still quite blue?? And on my insistence – I say come back here to day – that is
what is existence. yes we exist but does time exist? is it acutally there or is it just a passing. i know i’m here now but i can’t hold on the the existence i was in just a second ago. it’s gone. what have i done with it. Do something with your existence. find a purpose run with it. (find GOD)
she looks up at me with sad little half moon whites of her eyes, sighs and goes back to chewing on the sock that I have so stupidly left on the floor. As if to say If you don’t walk me. Then this is what makes my existence bearable. Sock-a-cyde and guilt. “walk me and we wouldn’t be having this conversation”
existence is a tricky thing. it is not simply determined by being alive, but actually living. for one to truly exist the actions portrayed in life must be purposeful. to exist, one must have purpose, to have purpose, one must know God.
Existence. Ex is tence. My ex is tense. He’s staring me down as I pass him in the hallways, watching me smile as I hug another boy. I feel his brooding thoughts burning into my head. But its not my fault. It never was.
Existence.What a funny thing it is. Just milling around space, hoping that at some point we figure out where we’re supposed to be. We put ourselves in places only to find out that we don’t quite fit. So we push. And push. And push. And then we quit. Because after a while we learn that trying is pointless.
what could my existence be
why could i be here if i am to be forgoten about and decieved
why am i hear if only to breathe and eat
i don’t get it
if i have no purpose
then why am i here
i’m unsure of my existence
so i guess i don’t deserve to exist
What is existence? Just to be alive or should it give a sense of purpose and a joy from day to day? To be is not just to be. Or at least it should not be!
She existed between moments, breathing in the held breaths to try and capture attention. The glint of the eye, the flick of a wrist. She watched the things that make us human and longed to become as one. it is without permission that humanity begins unshakable and determined. Though that is a fabrication of human ego. She waited between moments with all the other corpses, the children, the infants, those who sat on eager edges for life to let them in.
It was the first time he had brought a being into existence, and now it looked like it would be the last. He pounded on the door furiously, willing them to let her out. But he knew it was hopeless. Soon Major was there, with a hand on his shoulder.
He sat in the coil. Mortally wounded, his flesh fell out upon the earth, creating existence. His cells became persons who wandered and walked in their consciousness derived from his own membranous thoughts. They were one with him in his mortal wounds, his mortal peril, his broken, dying, immortality. They were his life force and they stole it away.
To live or to exist? On this plane of existence, things are complicated. Not so easy to live. To exist just automatic, elastic, ever-stretching. The level plane of existence – we all exist. We eat, sleep, breathe, die. Focus on the motions, not the moments or the meanings.
The nature of my existence has never puzzled me. I am here by my parent’s volition, and that doesn’t confound me. I’ve always felt that life is pointless, but its never bothered me. That’s my weighty philosophic thought for the day.
the air, food , interation, reality, and countlesss more attriubtes are all a party of existence. The state of being alive. Being in one place where you are part of other things around you. Existence is fatally vital to human life, if one does not exist then they are vacant minded, inviibsle , nothing. Any living, breathing, interacting organism is included in some type of existence in a certain habitiat. For a mamal to merely cut off existence, either socially, health wise, spirtually, or any other cruciall manner; a huge gap will be missing in the most elegant, valuable importance….life
I suddenly knew my entire existence was going to be at risk the second I hit the trigger. I knew the cost of the price I was going to pay if I killed this murderer. But I knew that Marshal’s time was up. It was his turn to pay for the murder of my family. And I was the one to deliver the sweet revenge.
It was the only thing that mattered now.. Existence. Survival. I couldn’t be rescued if I was here to be rescued. I reined in my fear and settled down to the task at hand. Existing.
Existence is relative to me, as there are many personalities, some days you exist as a good girl, then as a bad girl, then you might die and cease to exist at all. Enjoy life darling.
The existence of you is a miracle to me. You walked into my life at a time when I was dazed and confused. Your kindness and generosity continue to amaze me. The way you pop big words into your conversation every once in a while is so endearing. I am so blessed to be your wife. Loving you is a privilege. I still get dazed and confused, but not so often!
In the beginning there were ideas, barely whispers of thought. Then you said, “this is so boring!” and shook the board, restarting everything and bringing whole new worlds into existence.
Standing at the edge of the ocean, alone, looking outward taking in the breeze of the ocean. My existence reaches my sould and just by looking at the blue sea I feel so alive.
I feel like this is where I’ve been trying to get to my entire life. I had no real existence before now. It was all just life lessons for me to reach the pinnacle of my being and the rest of my days
…with you.
Is this all there is? Get up. Eat. Rest. Eat. Rest. Go to bed. Not exactly a thrilling existence. I thought there would be more. A lot more. What happened? When did my life turn into a mere being? A mere existing? A mere taking up space?
He glances over at her and smiles.
“What?’ She asks laughingly, while taking a bite of chocolate cake.
“I’m happy,” he says while fingering the rim of his coffee cup
She touches his hand. “Me too.”
“No, really. This existence, it’s here and gone in a blink of an eye, but to really live… to really appreciate what you have… that’s special.”
“How did that make you feel,” she asked. “Here. It made me feel here,” she replied. A few simple words can mean more to someone than you would ever think. After everything she went through, the pain, the abuse, she will be the strongest person I will never know. How can I feel so sad when there are stories such as hers? It’s my self-centeredness. I act like no one else is around me. I don’t think of others enough. But perhaps I don’t feel others think of me, leaving me to think about myself. I do not exist to them. I have a circle of friends around me but rarely do they go out of their way. They have each other and I am just a cold stone that sits in their pathway. I long to be a pebble to throw into the ocean so the salt water can slowly dig crevasses into my surface; slowly disintegrating me.
it means life and how we got here .
it also means life and the exsistance of humans, animals and plants.
my existence does not matter to myself, but i realize that it matters to many others — family, friends, etc. etc. etc. .. existence can also be seen as a state of mind, the Buddhist believe that the truest of existences can only be acheive through enlightenment.. knowledge gained by many different means .. i exist to help others, well at least thats what i believe.
if i only live for myself then there is not purpose — selfishness is the ugliest thing known to man (one of them)
What is the meaning of this particular existence. Here, with so many others, but all you know is you. If you know you, then why do you seek to know others? Because of the sheer impossibility? Because of the curiosity, the desire, the longing for understanding? Is comradeship the meaning of existence?
I spat water in their path, smirking as some kind of giddy rage filled my chest.
It was fun, almost pleasurable to see them scramble, see them in their wonderful chaos.
I liked this. This was good.
Harming these ants and their
puny
little
existence.
am i really here. if a tree falls in the forest and no one’s there to see it can you still hear the birds screaming in pain. where is the wind coming from. where is it going to to. no one really knows its beginning or its end for it just goes around and around and around.
The bane of my existence, is definitely having to work for a living. I would love to write, read books, run around and shop, but we need money for leisure, and for that we must work. Work means no time for any of these pursuits. Sigh!
He’s always been. I AM. He said. Before, during and after, He is I AM. His existence isn’t the question. The question is, Do you believe Him?
i feel i should say something to prove my existence. something grand, bold, and inspired. but all i can come up with is a narrative of my feelings.
It’s a mere existence – being here without you – Why am I so blue – is it true the sky is still quite blue?? And on my insistence – I say come back here to day – that is
what is existence. yes we exist but does time exist? is it acutally there or is it just a passing. i know i’m here now but i can’t hold on the the existence i was in just a second ago. it’s gone. what have i done with it. Do something with your existence. find a purpose run with it. (find GOD)
she looks up at me with sad little half moon whites of her eyes, sighs and goes back to chewing on the sock that I have so stupidly left on the floor. As if to say If you don’t walk me. Then this is what makes my existence bearable. Sock-a-cyde and guilt. “walk me and we wouldn’t be having this conversation”
existence is a tricky thing. it is not simply determined by being alive, but actually living. for one to truly exist the actions portrayed in life must be purposeful. to exist, one must have purpose, to have purpose, one must know God.
State of being. State of grace. State of breath in God’s face.
live, breathe and take it all in. Don’t waste time worrying, trying, hoping, just be.
тяжко
Existence. Ex is tence. My ex is tense. He’s staring me down as I pass him in the hallways, watching me smile as I hug another boy. I feel his brooding thoughts burning into my head. But its not my fault. It never was.
humans exist for over million years but dinasors died million years befor and don’t exist any more.
Existence.What a funny thing it is. Just milling around space, hoping that at some point we figure out where we’re supposed to be. We put ourselves in places only to find out that we don’t quite fit. So we push. And push. And push. And then we quit. Because after a while we learn that trying is pointless.
what could my existence be
why could i be here if i am to be forgoten about and decieved
why am i hear if only to breathe and eat
i don’t get it
if i have no purpose
then why am i here
i’m unsure of my existence
so i guess i don’t deserve to exist
What is existence? Just to be alive or should it give a sense of purpose and a joy from day to day? To be is not just to be. Or at least it should not be!
She existed between moments, breathing in the held breaths to try and capture attention. The glint of the eye, the flick of a wrist. She watched the things that make us human and longed to become as one. it is without permission that humanity begins unshakable and determined. Though that is a fabrication of human ego. She waited between moments with all the other corpses, the children, the infants, those who sat on eager edges for life to let them in.
It was the first time he had brought a being into existence, and now it looked like it would be the last. He pounded on the door furiously, willing them to let her out. But he knew it was hopeless. Soon Major was there, with a hand on his shoulder.
I don’t think I ever questioned why I existed. I always questioned if I existed.
I always was that freak in high school.
The insect woke and stretched its legs. It sat upon a twig to warm before it began it daily search for food.
He sat in the coil. Mortally wounded, his flesh fell out upon the earth, creating existence. His cells became persons who wandered and walked in their consciousness derived from his own membranous thoughts. They were one with him in his mortal wounds, his mortal peril, his broken, dying, immortality. They were his life force and they stole it away.
To live or to exist? On this plane of existence, things are complicated. Not so easy to live. To exist just automatic, elastic, ever-stretching. The level plane of existence – we all exist. We eat, sleep, breathe, die. Focus on the motions, not the moments or the meanings.
The nature of my existence has never puzzled me. I am here by my parent’s volition, and that doesn’t confound me. I’ve always felt that life is pointless, but its never bothered me. That’s my weighty philosophic thought for the day.
Zarathustra sat cross-legged on a lotus blossom as it drifted through space. Soon, he was near the orbit of Earth.
“Man thinks erroneously that there is no gravity in space,” he spake.
He opened his hand to reveal another small lotus in his palm.
“The reality is that floating only brings you closer to the source of attraction.”
the air, food , interation, reality, and countlesss more attriubtes are all a party of existence. The state of being alive. Being in one place where you are part of other things around you. Existence is fatally vital to human life, if one does not exist then they are vacant minded, inviibsle , nothing. Any living, breathing, interacting organism is included in some type of existence in a certain habitiat. For a mamal to merely cut off existence, either socially, health wise, spirtually, or any other cruciall manner; a huge gap will be missing in the most elegant, valuable importance….life
I suddenly knew my entire existence was going to be at risk the second I hit the trigger. I knew the cost of the price I was going to pay if I killed this murderer. But I knew that Marshal’s time was up. It was his turn to pay for the murder of my family. And I was the one to deliver the sweet revenge.
It was the only thing that mattered now.. Existence. Survival. I couldn’t be rescued if I was here to be rescued. I reined in my fear and settled down to the task at hand. Existing.
Existence is relative to me, as there are many personalities, some days you exist as a good girl, then as a bad girl, then you might die and cease to exist at all. Enjoy life darling.
The existence of you is a miracle to me. You walked into my life at a time when I was dazed and confused. Your kindness and generosity continue to amaze me. The way you pop big words into your conversation every once in a while is so endearing. I am so blessed to be your wife. Loving you is a privilege. I still get dazed and confused, but not so often!
In the beginning there were ideas, barely whispers of thought. Then you said, “this is so boring!” and shook the board, restarting everything and bringing whole new worlds into existence.
Standing at the edge of the ocean, alone, looking outward taking in the breeze of the ocean. My existence reaches my sould and just by looking at the blue sea I feel so alive.
I feel like this is where I’ve been trying to get to my entire life. I had no real existence before now. It was all just life lessons for me to reach the pinnacle of my being and the rest of my days
…with you.
It’s real
It’s alive
It’s around me
It’s is meaningful to my life
It