Category: Let's talk
I'm not very good
At this Game called Life
For I've not learned to see children crying
Without feeling pain
For I've not learned to watch animals destroyed
Without wondering why
For I've not yet met a king or a celebrity
That I would bow down to
Or a man so insignificant
That I would use for a stepping-stone
For I've not learned to be a 'yes man'
To narrow minded bosses
Who quote rules without reason
And I've not learned to manipulate
The feelings of others
To be used for my own advantages
Then cast aside as I see fit
No, I'm not very good
At this Game called Life
And if everything goes well
Maybe I never will be.
Nice dude.
Whoa, did you write that?
The only way anybody will never be good at this game called life is if there is no life at all, if they are dead. Sorry, things have always worked like this, and I guess I can't see any other way. We've all participated in this game called life (as you paint it here) whether we want to admit it or not. And if you're not good for this life, then what the hell are you doing here? There's the door right there. Bye!
Raskolnikov. That's an ignorant and inexcusable to say, it's tantamount to encouraging someone to commit suicide.
Black Prince you described exactly how I feel some times well said.
I was trying to be optimistic, and no, believe me, Goblin, I'd never encourage anybody to commit suicide. I value life.
But if anybody were to look at life always in this way, they'd be unhappy all the time. The poem seems to emphasize only very negative aspects of life as if life couldn't be any other way. I'd rather try to make a difference for myself in the world that surrounds me, regardless of how gloomy or unjust life seems at times,, rather than just conclude that I'll never be good at this game called life. In the end the choice is your's. So Black Prince, yes, I agree with your words and no my comment in the prior post wasn't directed at you personally. I can actually relate to many of your words here.
I was reading an article yesterday which claims that empathy is hard-wired into our brain, and I tend to believe that there's some truth to this claim.
Well, that poem states how I have felt for the last three weeks, they have been really hard to do, but I guess, no matter what we always git up and keep trudging thrue no matter how hard life is, But that is what this game called life is all about I think some times. But this is what makes, or break someone? Will you give up? Or keep going?
But that is all up to the one person.
Why play the game when you can live the real thing. To me, playing the game is similar to giving into the pressure to do what everybody else does and shut your brain off. That's no fun when you can do wonderful things like deprogram yourself from society's BS, question authority, especially fake authority, and generally be that square peg in a world of round holes. It ain't easy, though, but it's great once you get used to it.
I don't think that manipulation and power is the answer to anything. Especially these days. So if you really think that that's the way to go, no its not. I'd never do it. Its just not worth it to corrupt the world anymore than it already is.
I'd hate to see you being really nasty if that was your best stab at empathy.
nice work blackprince. It couldn't have been better said.
Nice, I really like your poem! It is better to state what you feel than to double faced, I guess.