Facing fear

One of biggest fears in life is the fear of death. Now a lot of you guys might think that you've accepted that fear of death, (which is awesome), But there's more to it than accepting your death as a real reality; you need to accept the death of those you love as a real reality that will happen one day. You might feel like someone punched you in the stomach while you read that, because with out a doubt this is the biggest fear there is.
There is a simple way to control and use that fear. Accept it as a reality. Since you were a child your exposure to death has been minimal at best, it's always been dramatized in front of you on television or in movies. You never see your meat killed in front of you, think about that for a second. Man killed his meat for a very long time before the introduction of the abattoir, his exposure to it was full on, he felt the animals blood on his hands and he saw how quickly the life left its body. He was able to gain a greater appreciation for life and its fickle nature. Death these days is hidden away from you, it's pushed away and hidden in societies collective unconscious. Movies glamorize death and the media pretties it up. You associate death with the death on the t.v screen. How many times have you heard the phrase, 'You always see it happen on t.v but you never think it's going to happen to you.'? People are no longer aware of the nearness of death. Only YOU, can pull yourself out of this illusion that your death is distant and something you don't need to expose yourself to.
Motivation
The goal of this post is push you to the very edge of death. I want you by the end of this post to be looking into the abyss of life's biggest fear. Stare at it head on and accept it as the ultimate reality of your future. By accepting the biggest fear in life as a reality, you have nothing else to consciously fear. There's a ticking clock that's counting down to your death. Look at that fucking clock, stand the fuck up to it and say that you accept this as the truth and reality of life. If you can stand up to death with you head held high and accept its realities with a smile on your face, you can stand up to anything in life. You are free. When your death does come and it will; you'll die knowing you lived fully without that doubt that haunts your actions.
This is not a magic cure to fear. You will still feel fear, it's only natural and its there to improve you chances of survival. But now you know that it's unnecessary and out dated. You've faced the biggest fear there is and laughed in its face, those other fears have no control over you.
It's better to live for 10 years without fear than live 100 in petrified unmotivated, silence.

Weird sense of peace.

I had a surreal experience the other day. I was driving home alone in my families car and a thought dawned upon me that left me with a strange sense of completeness about life. The thought was simple; how many people in the past, in history would have ended their lives just to experience a day in mine? How many men or women from the 1500's would have quit everything they have just to experience the future and all it holds? After thinking about this thought for a while it occurred to me the absurdity of what I was doing at the time. I was controlling a perfectly designed piece of engineering magnificence. Everything from the plastics used to shape the interior to the finely tuned and calibrated motor. I was experiencing something that could be best described as magic. A feeling of calmness instantly came over me and the thought of my death seemed infinitesimally small and unimportant. I felt that I could accept my death as a friend simply because I was able to enjoy such a strange and amazing experience, an experience that I would usually take for granted. I found wholeness in the driver seat of car. A sense of calmness. If I died now, I'd die with a smile on my face because I experienced this.

Biological imperative.

I sit in a lecture hall with 300 other students. Male and female, 300 other people, and it's you my brain tells me to fuck. My mammalian brain is a ravenous dog with an unquenchable desire. 

Information Overdose

The curse of the information overdose is the inability to commit oneself to a single act.

Intents.

I've started this blog as a therapeutic outlet of thought that comes to an internet user in the year 2011. I hope to write to this periodically and update with thoughts that might go down in the graveyard of the internet, where nobody will ever read again. I intend to write, but knowing my own behavior quite well, john regular smith will not update this frequently and chances are, I'll completely forget about this.

In the off and very small chance that someone in the future will read this, hello from the past. The year 2011 is shit. Just as the year 2010 was, and every year since the dawn of mans existence. This blog is about living in that shit and finding a way to work with it. I'm no poet, but I'll try my hand at it. There's no need to collect or organize my thoughts; that's you, the reader's, job.