Who lives life and who just exists??

The Halk said:
That graffitti is just a rip off of Trainspotting, which I'm sure won't be the first time someone has had those thoughts.

If you don't want to do something then don't do it. But analyse why it is you don't want to do it.

It took me to about 30 to realise that what I thought I needed to do in order to be happy was not what actualy would make me happy.

Most of the time we just follow fashion/received wisdom/convention and it's the moments of clarity when we realise we don't want it any more.. we have to work out what we really want.
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I don't recall that bit of Trainspotting. Personally, it remonded me of Bill Hicks' "You are free to do as we tell you".
 
i tend to bleat on about travelling but i was feeling like the op and it was one of the reasons i did it. i was in a 'is this it' type of mind state, 26, decent job but the same routine. i went travelling and it was awesome but after a while i started to miss the 9-5 routine and realised it is a good honest and solid place to be but i needed a break from it and that's what travelling game me. met loads of people whilst i was travelling who were in the same place in their life, some in their 20's but most in their 30's and some in their 40's.
 
Deadbeat said:
I don't recall that bit of Trainspotting. Personally, it remonded me of Bill Hicks' "You are free to do as we tell you".
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Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a ****ing big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of ****ing fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the **** you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing ****ing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, ****ing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, ****ed-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
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Surely you must remember that? It was one of the most iconic things of the 90s I'd say.
 
Superewza said:
A Bill Hicks clip

;)
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I used to like Bill Hicks, before he died. And more importantly before people started thinking he was some kind of prophet. He was a comedian, he was very funny, and he put some apt commentary on life that was certainly anti-establishment. But the way people go on about him now you'd think he was the first person with those thoughts and that he was the greatest philisopher of our generation.
 
Please don't watch the film and make a judgement on the book, the film barely resembles anything about the book.

1) Read book
2) Watch film
3) Enjoy Zooey
 
wannabedamned said:
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Step 1 in living life, draw pictures of girls you know in MSpaint when requested


^ I think i had one of those moments of clarity today\last night.
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She had bacon rashers in your hair and you didn't want to go out with her? Oh my days bruv! :D

Epic drawing though, like it! :)
 
you don't need to be "free" to enjoy life. Life is what you make of it.

but I'd definitely text back if it's not too late and say you're coming, can't stay long I'm off out to a house party :p
 
tbh i go out every weekend (friday and saturday nights) and thats gotten boring, the same routine so to speak, i guess people will think its boring staying in or whatever but who actually cares, generally bars arent the most exciting places to be. Im sure some people just go out just to say they have.
 
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