fivex
u/fivex
Happy to share my experiences for someone inexperienced, curious, young (legal pls) and innocent (on the outside).
These doomsday shelters for the 1% make up the largest private bunker community on Earth (xpost /r/business)
businessinsider.sg/vivos-xpoint-doomsday-shel..."Indians believe that the essence of karma in this life can be understood as follows: "Today is what you did and thought yesterday, and tomorrow is what you do and think today".
np.reddit.com/r/ZenHabits/comments/4ld641/ind...Suppose mankind cracked interstellar space travel and could locate and stalk another planet with intelligent life.
Taking into account how our species may have evolved socially (e.g. this may be post singularity), what would we hypothetically do?
Please feel free to ask ahead.
i'm 35/M from singapore. I'm going to go to bed now. so i'll reply when I can in the morning. i might be on mobile at that time, so forgive any short and poorly formatted responses.
Edit: I think the term "snapped out of" is causing much association with how people used to stigmatise the condition. I apologise for the term.
Update. I've been busy catching up with a life lost to the condition. Calling up former co workers, long lost friends, cousins and simply catching up. 30 years worth of lost connections took awhile. Am still trying to do so now.
I'm also busy realising dreams I left unattended. Childhood dreams. I bought my dream guitar, a custom made
As the sun rises
You walk away on your path
I wake from the deep
And claw my way
Out of the dark
.
My body faces east
The mind swerves to the west
Don't think I'm alright
Lost soul, what's left?
.
But the plains that surround you
Don't spin like the crevice I'm in
In a clarity singularity
But what's happening in the outside of me
.
I tried looking back seeing past
What has happened before
Is this a curse or the present
I don't know who I am anymore.
.
When did it end up like this?
.
A stab in the eyes
as I stared into the abyss
Right now all's left is a well
Some memories of bliss
Everything else burnt in hell like
The moments
i'm not that lonely...
.quite talkative sometimes
speak to myself, in my head
.every night.
. . . . .. . . . .. ..
i converse inside
about the meaning of life
.in the coldest of hours
and crumble.. by myself, by daylight.
- fivex 03032015
We're not broken
if we can't fit in.
We're the parts of this puzzle
No one's yet figured out.



