Well, early this morning, as I was thinking about going to bed and starting to feel the sweet caress of the brownies I'd eaten, snuggled up to people I love, something came to me.
I don't really know how to describe it without either sounding like a pompous ass, or like my wonderful realization is just too easy to be true, but I just sorta...'got it'...no, I don't get everything, but I feel like..for the past 13-14 years, I've been unable to breathe, and I finally can again. I feel like something that's been broken for ages is...right again. What I 'got' can be described something like this:
Life is simply a series of experiences, much like a movie.
I have a certain amount of direction over these experiences.
In the end, the best I can do is apply it in a direction roughly in line with my goals and hope for the best.
All movies have some sucky parts as part of the story really, otherwise where's the interest?
All scenes in any decent movie have something interesting about them, all lives are the same if you know where to look.
I recently got to the point where I considered ending my own life to the point where I planned it out.
Therefore, anything I do from this point on is just gravy. Yeah it might hurt, but how could it be worse than death, especially considering I always do have it as an absolute last resort?
Therefore, I can find a sort of peace in...anything that happens, its a...beginning to conquering the effect feelings like shame and terror and such have on me.
I don't really know how to describe it better than that, or how else to say it other than "It just doesn't fucking matter, so why the hell not be happy?"
And I know I sound like I've got the biggest ego in the world, or at least like I'm the biggest fool ever, but I think I'm really onto something with this one.
I'll keep you posted with more transmissions from the edge.