[Dueller]

Originally Posted by 911FASCINATION

Hi All, Have any of you ever seen the movie, "Into the Wild"? It's been quite a while for me, and I think it ends tragically for the guy, but the mere suggestion of leaving the rat race is merely a fantasy for most of us-we're admittedly too busy chasing bull****, usually material things and situations, only to realize we're miserable when we get it/there. I'll be happy after I " ", is usually a disappointment for most of us. In all the years I've lived, I still do it, how easy it is to forget, all we really have is what's in front of us now-that's why it's so important to figure out what it is that gives us some satisfaction and fufillment. But, I could be wrong...

Sounds like you've been reading Bukowski, too...

"The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of @ssholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go."

—Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye, 1982


"It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, ****, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?
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— Charles Bukowski (Factotum)


"Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way."
— Charles Bukowski