Things that personally remind you it's not all bad

When I was a kid, I remember adults telling me that they were just happy to be alive. I used to think that was corny because I thought, "Of course you're alive. Big deal!"

Nowadays, as a 40-year-old man, I reflect on that and see the wisdom in it. In retrospect, I agree! I AM happy to just be alive! Even with clown world, current year, and all the other awful crazy shit that goes on, I am happy to be alive. My life isn't perfect. It never has been nor will it ever be, but that's okay because it doesn't need to be perfect.

So yes, I am happy to be alive. Warts and all.

Thanks for hearing me out!
 
Perverted but I saw nice asses and tits. Sometimes indulgences of the flesh keep me going, in moderation.
this website sucks and won't let me rate you deviant i.e. hitting you with a rolled up newspaper
anyway here's mine:
most of the freaks on the internet stay on there for a reason. you need to be extra delusional to be as much of a shithead irl as you are online, but also the decent people don't need to be on the internet all the time and are out there doing things in the world. i guess this is just a verbose way of saying touch grass
 
this website sucks and won't let me rate you deviant i.e. hitting you with a rolled up newspaper
anyway here's mine:
most of the freaks on the internet stay on there for a reason. you need to be extra delusional to be as much of a shithead irl as you are online, but also the decent people don't need to be on the internet all the time and are out there doing things in the world. i guess this is just a verbose way of saying touch grass
Trust me, online is the worst I can get and I use the farms as a faucet. Usually I don’t speak much irl but I gotta try.
 
  • The sensation of cold water running down your esophagus when drinking it on a hot day
  • Entering a well air-conditioned establishment on a hot day and feeling the blanket of comfort envelop you immediately
  • Your pets. The best pet is your very own.
 
Relaxing with headphones on and listening to music, putting on good cologne, pissing in the woods. The simple things.
I'm learning Japanese.

I'm further than I was last time, by which I mean I finally got my katakana down and learned about 18 or so kanji, as well as some basic grammatical rules.

Once the education opens up like this it's pretty intimidating, but refreshing to believe that I can actually do it.
My best piece of advice with language is to study with stuff you like. It's a good way to stay engaged without burning out. With Japanese, manga makes it really easy but that's just one avenue.
 
I like autistically thinking about weird details while watching nature and animals and stuff. Like I'll look at an ant and start thinking how fucking insane it is that for an ant, my back yard is basically the size of a small state like Rhode island or some shit. And yet they walk that distance regularly. That shit is fucking nuts I don't think I could walk Rhode Island in a day but I could easily clear the ~5 acres I live on many times. If ants were our size would they move at mach speed, or would their experience of time just change drastically? Would they then take up moving habits of walking across state lines every day?

By the time I get distracted by something else I've usually forgotten about whatever I was stressing about.
 
Going out hunting. Just me, maybe my dog. Knowing my childhood best bro is a couple miles away, also camped down and waiting.
That part right before you see anything. Frosty breath, and your coffee thermos wrapped in a sock to keep the *tinks* down. Maybe a slug of whisky from your flask if the cold is real bitter. That particular orange that we could never recreate when the sun first starts climbing up and reflects a million tiny stars into your eyes off the fresh snow. Knowing the difference between a coyote or a deer moving through the snow by the sound it makes, and how often it stops. Finally seeing a big buck break treeline.

Looking out my loft bedroom window to see the giant garden my fiance and I have been busting our asses putting together for the last few years. Spending hours sorting out the produce we get from it, wondering what we're gonna give to our neighbors.
Plotting out the orchard for next years fruit tree planting.

Getting miserably drunk and working on something. Falling asleep at the table. Waking up to a perfectly tuned gun action or the tick tick tick of a watch or a clock that hasn't run in 100 years you somehow figured out. The nice purr of an engine you somehow fixed while not knowing where your legs were.

Asking my son, "Why are you wearing your watch? Why you wearing those boots? Why are you carrying that empty holster around?" And hearing, "Because you do."

It's never as bad as faggots make it seem. You wanna be happy, kiwis? Follow this thread. Talk to people that are happy. Not people marinating in how unhappy they are. Or worse, people pretending to be. Crabs in a bucket. You're no crab. Climb out. Be happy. The world sucks, but every single one of us will die and be forgotten. That's comforting. Because no matter if you make it to space, or die working in a McDonald's, you end up the same place. A dusty, completely overlooked and never cleaned shelf of the library of human experience. In the end, we are all equalized.
 
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