What do you do when there are no more surprises? When you look forward to going to a concert or a game to add excitement to your life? What happens when you achieved the dreams that you had as a child? Why does it feel as if life has passed me by that the daily grind of being a parent and worker has left me seeking something else?
existentialism
Searching
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The Void
Submitted by Dr.Forbush on Wed, 10/17/2007 - 14:37.What is it that motivates us to live our lives?
Obviously not everyone has the same motivation - or do they?
The Possessed
Submitted by Jason Miller on Tue, 08/28/2007 - 22:04.By Adam Engel
Thomas Paine's Corner
http://www.bestcyrano.org/THOMASPAINE/?p=242
The Possessed Man is not a bad man, nor a good one. He is terrified. Alone among friends and family, he “works” to support his family, but is not exactly sure of what he does. He “administrates creative product strategies,” according to the Job Description on file at Human Resources.
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Daddy Dearest
Submitted by epppie on Sun, 06/17/2007 - 07:23.
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When I was a child, I loved to sit in my father's lap. I would put my head against his chest so I could listen to him talk. His voice sounded different coming through his body; it seemed both close and far away. I wonder if I thought it was his inner voice.
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Man is the Most Amazing Jack ass
Submitted by Daveparts on Thu, 05/24/2007 - 09:34.“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: They have their entrances and their exits:†Old Will Shakespeare knew his stuff, why that line alone is worth the price of admission. Now if you couple that with the famous Mark Twain quote, “Man is the most amazing Jack ass†you have a workable foundation for a philosophy of life and an insight into the mechanics of the world.
