'I need something good to die for, to make it beautiful to live' -QSA
Originally posted by kayal cox:
I was reading the Drug Legalization thread about how recreational drugs affect people (Adrian: at the peak of their experience are happy doing simple things (staring at the sky, the floor, a plain sheet of paper.. listening to music, going for a walk and looking at the way the grass bends in the wind etc)... and I am thinking to myself.. Maybe it would have been nice to experience this atleast once in my life..
Originally posted by Nick Allen:
I know the laments of a person with the majority of their life still ahead of them(I hope) don't seem as well founded, I just have so many friends who often wish they would have chased their dream, given it a chance for just one or two more years. To really be able to pour themselves into that thing they loved and see what could happen, then go try something else.
As for the drugs, meh, they're not really all they're cracked up to be.
Joe King: How about going to do all those things you wanted to do after university? There's no reason to give up on your dreams to soon
Le Cafe Mouse - Helen's musings on the web - Java Skills and Thrills
"God who creates and is nature is very difficult to understand, but he is not arbitrary or malicious." OR "God does not play dice." - Einstein
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Originally posted by Madhav Lakkapragada:
...(which is pretty much everynight), I generally get onto my computer and surf the web....
Madhav: ... forget the dreams ...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
"No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as the dog does."
Ray: Don't live in regret, don't pine away about the past.
Whether you do or do not wish to have it to do over again, you cannot.
Don't be irresponsible about the future, however, do not live like you have a lot of it.
Live for today, but don't fail to plan for tomorrow.
'I need something good to die for, to make it beautiful to live' -QSA
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Originally posted by Madhav Lakkapragada:
How does that song go........
I wish
that
I know what I know now
When I was younger....
I wish
Ok, the honest answer to what you asked originally is
Yes, given the opportunity I would change certain things in my past life. And I mean it.
Ray, not that it will make my life any easier or happier, but...
- m
How does that song go........
I wish
that
I know what I know now
When I was younger....
I wish
A good workman is known by his tools.
That reminds me of the poem by Merce Killjoy:Originally posted by kayal cox:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Originally posted by kayal cox:
I am curious to know, are there people who like the taste of beer right away, or is it an acquired taste? I took a sip of IPA from the most famous brewery in my town, and man, it was bitter! The hostess of the party took pity on me, and got me some of the 'lighter' versions, but I didn't find their taste any better. But the guys around me chugged down pitcher after pitcher of the stuff.
Originally posted by Ray Marsh:
You should watch the movie "The Butterfly Effect". Warning: a disturbing movie, not for everyone.
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Originally posted by kayal cox:
I am curious to know, are there people who like the taste of beer right away, or is it an acquired taste? I took a sip of IPA from the most famous brewery in my town, and man, it was bitter! The hostess of the party took pity on me, and got me some of the 'lighter' versions, but I didn't find their taste any better. But the guys around me chugged down pitcher after pitcher of the stuff.
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Originally posted by Madhav Lakkapragada:
...(why don't they make a scented diaper?)...
Originally posted by Madhav Lakkapragada:
Sorry Ray, but thanks for the suggestion.
The first time I enjoyed the taste of beer was in college when, after playing tennis on an asphalt court for a couple of hours on a humid 90 degree August afternoon in Florida, we went to the Ratskeller for pizza and beer.Originally posted by kayal cox:
I am curious to know, are there people who like the taste of beer right away, or is it an acquired taste? I took a sip of IPA from the most famous brewery in my town, and man, it was bitter! The hostess of the party took pity on me, and got me some of the 'lighter' versions, but I didn't find their taste any better. But the guys around me chugged down pitcher after pitcher of the stuff.