There's something poignant in what Torzelan wrote about remembering the days when playing in the snow was good enough to make hours of fun.

When do we lose that and begin needing something like, say, graphical imagery depicting realtime simulations of us killing each other? When does that become hours of fun and playing in the snow is a completely lost interest? Looking at where we are posting, it's easy to gain some perspective into who we are, as a group, that we are so entertained by the blood, guts and gunfire.

Do you remember the last time you stood in the rain? The last time you watched the clouds? Smelled the smell of the grass and trees, felt dirt between your fingers, or threw yourself into a pile of freshly raked leaves? Do you?

I don't remember. So I realize now I have a whole list of things to do.

Life sucks and then you die. ¯\(º o)/¯

@Zackface - of course it wouldn't bother you, you won't be aware of the fact you died xD Not like you'll look down from some cloud, dressed in a gown or something, and tell the little cherub sitting besides you "Meh".

Exatly thats a naive way of thinking. You have to see both side of life to getting somewhere. If people only mind their self and live their life as a happy little tale. Then how would they react if their everday turn upsidedown if for instance war is declared. And how would they handle it?. If they havent faced such thing before they would panic and acting stupid. Thats why i think its good when we deal with everyday issues or even bigger global problems. Bcos if something happens we know how to approach the problem and hopefully solve it in time. You cant live a fulfill life without some pain and misery mixed together with joy. Thats why i think life is bittersweet. And i like it that way.

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There's something poignant in what Torzelan wrote about remembering the days when playing in the snow was good enough to make hours of fun.

When do we lose that and begin needing something like, say, graphical imagery depicting realtime simulations of us killing each other? When does that become hours of fun and playing in the snow is a completely lost interest? Looking at where we are posting, it's easy to gain some perspective into who we are, as a group, that we are so entertained by the blood, guts and gunfire.

Do you remember the last time you stood in the rain? The last time you watched the clouds? Smelled the smell of the grass and trees, felt dirt between your fingers, or threw yourself into a pile of freshly raked leaves? Do you?

I don't remember. So I realize now I have a whole list of things to do.

Yes, on school when we was making things of pottery/ceramics, whatever

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i couldnt care about life wouldnt bother me if i died tomorrow.

emo?

maybe nemo? (aka alone in a language i do not rember :roll: )
taken from nightwish song ;p