But tonight, c’est le Meaning Of Life.

I don't want to live, but I don't want to die either. What should I do?

I am getting so frustrated of being frustrated. What should I do?

(HINT: I DON'T want to become a Christian.)

JOREN:if you are asking these questions with sincerity and cannot find a path then do not close of all your options without first examining them

until recently, i thought as you until i found there was a great difference between the christianity as perceived by the cynic and the hatemonger(easily found, even in these forums) and the christian values as expressed by christ.

choose your path but do not put up the stop sign until you have travelled the path of all options.

like you i do not want to die either(having seen to much death in the past three years )and i ask myself "what is there beyond this life, where wil i be when i close my eyes for the last time?"

it is an important question and worthy of careful thought.

BY THE WAY, I DO HOPE YOU ARE BEING SERIOUS AND NOT  MOCKING,I HOPE MY FAITH IN YOU MATURITY RE THIS ISSUE IS JUSTIFIED

Joren,

Strange...

It is strange but my son Thibault has the same point of view but he is only 13 years old.

I have longly discussed with him and discovered 2 or 3 points :

- the fear of death has an obscur origin (you have to discover it by yourself or with the help of your familly or a psychiatrist even you are (I'm sure) not fool

- to say "don't fear the death" don't give a solution to this problem but reinforce it. So I have to stop the discussion with my son but keep the problem in mind

- the best way to find his own meaning of life is to build his own life (job, hobbies, relationships) and to find somebody to love. It is long, it is hard, it is life...

Sorry I would like to say more and to find better words...

My problem with english is very clear now

Joren, if you need to speak more about it in PM don't hesitate

You're going to be a man, Joren and you left childhood.

It is the same destiny for all of us

Welcome to the "Long and Winding Road"

diddy wrote: I don't really fear the death and have no big problem with it. The problem or fear I have is the time when I'm old. The time when you are reliant on somebody because you can't do things alone, you can't eat when you want, you can't do what you want because you are not able to to this things...that's something I don't want. I hate this situation when I'm very ill and don't want to have such a situation for a long time, maybe over years.

yes it is my point of view too but I also fear the death of the people I love, mainly my children...

Best thing to do when life gets you down is write some lyrics - even if you think you're not the poetic type.

I've never been good at writing "happy" lyrics, because I write dark music, and happy lyrics just don't seem to work... I usually thank myself later for having been so depressed when it passes (as it always does).

er, I know that seems a bit self-congratulatory - but I was just trying to make a clumsy point.

I would post some examples - but they're a bit depressing...

Actually, that's a great process for helping you look inside and deal with the  life sometimes tosses in the way.

Write your own biography, include your own poetry and lyrics.... whatever. After a few months, go back and read and I'm sure you'll find some insight into how you handle problems and process your thoughts. You may find that perspective is a major stress reliever.  At least that's what my shrink said!!!

Maybe this words I'm quoting from the contemporary Mexican poet, Jaime Sabines, will get you back on the track of the real conciousness. They read as followed: (some of the sense is lost in between due the translation to English, but the point is still the same)

"When you feel like dying / Cuando tengas ganas de morirte

hide your head underneath the pillow / esconde la cabeza bajo la almohada

and count four thousand sheep. / y cuenta cuatro mil borregos

Fast for two days / Quédate dos días sin comer

and you'll see how beautiful life is: / y verás que hermosa es la vida:

beef, beans, bread. / carne, frijoles, pan

Stay without a woman, / Quédate sin mujer,

you'll see. / Verás

When you feel like dying, / Cuando tengas ganas de morirte

don't make such a fuss, / no alborotes tanto,

and just die already". / muérete y ya.

I know it may sound of quite disturbing, but I find in this poem the real meaning of life. Hope you can snap out of this thought that keeps you upset.

Peace,

Land