@spud, we're about the same age, and I've wanted to reply to someone on this forum for the longest time, but as most of the posters seem to be bratty little girls, I can't much empathize.
I don't want to die today. Not at all. Why do I want to live, and you want to die? For one, I have no family; I do, but they're on the otherside of the world. I think you are deeply mistaken thinking that your kids are a reason to live. They don't gain anything from having a sorry sad mother around. I can just imagine that you do love your husband, I loved someone too once, and walking away for selfish reasons was the hardest thing to do.
You sound to me like ten-million other American house-wives. Of course you're gonna have all the same problems as they do. At forty, working on the land at a bunch of part-time jobs, with a drunken husband --have a look at the outcome of this, you'd have to be blind not to see that the best possible outcome is still pretty sad.
Walk away from that world and everything about it. I got on a plane and flew to the otherside of the world and just started everything all over again; uncertain, desperate.... I suggest you get on the next plane bound for Cambodia or Egypt or some such distant and exotic place and start living the life of an ex-pat. Ex-pats are people who were fed up with their lives and had the foresight to see that their future was bound to be pretty sorry.
There are a thousand thrilling, dangerous, exciting, passionate lives waiting for you to live. Smoke hash and write poems in the High Atlas mountains of Morocco. Help orphans in Vietnam. Teach English in China. Set up a safe-house for Christian millitants in Sudan. What have you got to lose? You've already seen that your life is a useless waste; destroy it doing something amazing; smoking opium and sculpting alabaster in Egypt, running guns to the Karen freedom-fighters in Burma.
This is your last chance. You will die on your stupid pills; or you will live a wasted sorry life in rural America --or you will live a life so amazing, ten years from now you'll be writing books about your exploits and adventures.
What ever you think you're living for --or dying for, walk away from that, something rich and foreign and thrilling is just a day's flight away.
I don't want to die today. Not at all. Why do I want to live, and you want to die? For one, I have no family; I do, but they're on the otherside of the world. I think you are deeply mistaken thinking that your kids are a reason to live. They don't gain anything from having a sorry sad mother around. I can just imagine that you do love your husband, I loved someone too once, and walking away for selfish reasons was the hardest thing to do.
You sound to me like ten-million other American house-wives. Of course you're gonna have all the same problems as they do. At forty, working on the land at a bunch of part-time jobs, with a drunken husband --have a look at the outcome of this, you'd have to be blind not to see that the best possible outcome is still pretty sad.
Walk away from that world and everything about it. I got on a plane and flew to the otherside of the world and just started everything all over again; uncertain, desperate.... I suggest you get on the next plane bound for Cambodia or Egypt or some such distant and exotic place and start living the life of an ex-pat. Ex-pats are people who were fed up with their lives and had the foresight to see that their future was bound to be pretty sorry.
There are a thousand thrilling, dangerous, exciting, passionate lives waiting for you to live. Smoke hash and write poems in the High Atlas mountains of Morocco. Help orphans in Vietnam. Teach English in China. Set up a safe-house for Christian millitants in Sudan. What have you got to lose? You've already seen that your life is a useless waste; destroy it doing something amazing; smoking opium and sculpting alabaster in Egypt, running guns to the Karen freedom-fighters in Burma.
This is your last chance. You will die on your stupid pills; or you will live a wasted sorry life in rural America --or you will live a life so amazing, ten years from now you'll be writing books about your exploits and adventures.
What ever you think you're living for --or dying for, walk away from that, something rich and foreign and thrilling is just a day's flight away.
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