I really just wanna give you a big ol' hug.

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More input on Scarecrow: It's actually nice to hear that multimedia classes in higher education is a waste of time. I can't tell you how many people always try to tell me to take up a school of visual arts. Every time I have to tell them that I'm looking for classes that will help me attain more knowledge than I already have. Not something that will enhance it. I can do that on my own.

Everything happens for a reason, I suppose. Whenever something goes wrong in my life, I always look at it from a perspective that it's a wake up call that something isn't right and I need to fix it. Meditation has definitely become one of my saving factors.

yeah, i've never believed in any kind of guiding forces, but i'm starting to suspect there may be things at work here beyond our understanding. the fact that my experiences have convinced me of the existence of some form of higher dimensional beings ("spirits") helps also. i've decided to just go with the flow and see where it leads me.

just remember that if you're serious about getting a job in the field you are good at, you need a qualification. that is, you have to spend several thousand dollars and a few years of your life earning a paper that says "yes, this guy actually knows what he's doing and you should hire him" at university.

personally though, i can't stand the idea of becoming a cog in the workforce. frankly, i'd sooner kill myself.

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That really is a nice chain of events. You found a true passion, something that will make you feel good and something you can stand behind. And that wouldn't have happened if you hadn't gone through all that crazy shit. That is so awesome.


I haven't really had that "AHA!" moment. I'm sure it'll happen eventually. Mostly right now, I'm just in the hectic phase where I don't even know what the hell is going on

just keep at it, no hurry. i suspect as long as you just do what you feel helps you grow, everything will just come together on its own.

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I've always wondered Scarecrow, do your parents know of your regular tripping and are they OK with it?
Have they happily accepted your pursuit of shamanic wisdom?

Also, I haven't experienced something so purely perfect, but overall I'm quite happy with my life. If you look at your life with optimism things generally tend to work out in the end. At least that is my experience.

hah! my dad would disown me. my mum found out not too long ago, but we had a long chat and she understands that it has great significance for me. she does not like it, but she accepts that she cannot stop me and therefore does not make a big issue about it.

and yes, optimism is the choice between being happy and miserable. 90% of all suffering is self-inflicted and avoidable.

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I really just wanna give you a big ol' hug.

was that aimed at me as well?

Well when you put it that way it sounds insensitive. Cockblocking is more propah.

The guy is talking about his rough childhood life and being pushed over to a foster home. I feel as though there might be more to it than just cockblocking.

You're silleh. My heart goes out to Boomerang as well. I just don't want to say it :D

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yeah, i've never believed in any kind of guiding forces, but i'm starting to suspect there may be things at work here beyond our understanding. the fact that my experiences have convinced me of the existence of some form of higher dimensional beings ("spirits") helps also. i've decided to just go with the flow and see where it leads me.

I think it's good that you just go with the flow. I don't believe in any organized religion or even the standard idea of "God" but I believe in guiding forces and have several theories but once we start trying to figure things out, I think it just gets messy. We're not really meant to know what the hell is going on, rather just follow our feelings and stay "in tuned" I guess. That's just how I feel.

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was that aimed at me as well?

There's enough to go around.

God damn you lucky shit.
About a summer or two ago, my truck exploded. Not literally, but the engine was gone, it shot a rod. At the time, I wasn't getting paid very much at my job, I'd done something to piss off my manager and she was giving me the lowest amount of hours she possibly could. Three days later my girlfriend dumped me, because without a vehicle I couldn't make the half hour commute to her house every day to see her. And my parents were getting upset with the fact that I was requesting rides. My life felt like it was in the shitter and there was no shovel big enough to dig me out, when out of no-where my biological dad sends me a text saying "Come over to my house please."

Oh the tenacity, knowing I didn't have a working car, and asking me to magically get my ass sixty miles south to his house? There was no way. "Dad, you know my truck blew up I can't get down there today, sorry."
About twenty minutes later there's a knock at my door, I go and open it, and there's no one. I step outside, and look around for any soul who might've stuck their knuckles upon my entrance. I go to take a step further and my shoe hits something, it's a brown bag. I open it and there are a set of keys inside, I look up and notice they're Saturn keys, and there happens to be a Saturn sitting across the street. "No fucking way. Not even possible." But hell, I tried it anyway. The keys unlocked the door, and started the engine. I look around inside, the title is on the passenger seat, already filled out for a change of owner. About this time I receive a text on my phone. "How about now?" Says my dad. Holy fucking shit, I must've broke land speed records getting to his house. He opens the front door and I embrace him in a hug of such deep gratitude, it was almost palpable in the air.

I finally can get around again, I'm so happy, though I'm still getting shit hours. A day or two after this I receive an email, from a company around my house that I'd thrown my resume and an application to not expecting even a response. "Hey James, I saw your resume and application and I'd like to have you come in for an interview, when are you free?"
In my head I'm thinking this has to be a joke, too many good things happening at once, but whatever, I'll roll with the blows. "Whenever you are, I can be available at any time." Fuck my other job, he emails me back and says "How about Monday at noon?" and it was set. I grabbed my favorite tux, cut my hair, shaved, made myself pretty. I walk into this interview and I'm sweatin bullets, this could change everything. Three questions, that's all he asked. In fact he interrupted my answer to the third. "I like how you act, how you carry yourself. I feel you'll be great for this job, you're hired. You start training tomorrow."

I thought that shit only happened in movies, I was ecstatic. This job paid double what my last one did, doing something I loved, IT for some small-time company. Mostly just plugging ethernet chords back into computers that dumbass people kicked out. But whatever, it's money. To top it all off, a girl I'd been crushing on pretty fucking hard for a good five or so years messaged me that same day congradulating me on the job, and asking me to come hang out. Sadly we only dated a couple months, she was a psycho, but still. What all that did for me was let me know that life treats you like shit only to pull you up from the mud, higher then the clouds, just to throw you back down. It's almost a fun game.

Hey man you know what I say. Life is unpredictable! Glad to hear everything worked out for you. Maybe you needed a change in life and you sure as hell got it.

if life didn't have it's lows you'd never recognize the highs.

Sometimes a chain of events isn't really a chain is it? Its more like a web that doubles back on itself at times.

Growing up in Sri Lanka, when I was 5, we spent a couple of years in poverty when we had no clue where our next meal would come from. I went to school in a warzone where our school bus would drive past an old beaten down road in a minefield, quite literally. Less than twenty years later, I owned a car (with a driver), my own house and a series of very high profile jobs that pay more than most people twice my age. Do I attribute it to a chain of events? Or hard work? Or luck? Or is that just how the fucking world goes around?