DON'T KEEP A GUN UNDER YOUR PILLOW

The reason I don't keep a pistol under my pillow is I would take my own life after a depressing drunk and too much cocaine.

We deal with a benighted reality: Life is for the living. There may be some shock and surprise when you die, but after a few months your memory is swatted away like a fly.

What is the solution to this cruel reality? The Buddhists welcome death. They are not attached to life. Easy come, easy go. They reject materialism and concentrate on the now because the now is all we have.

I am detached materialistically. I give thanks for that freedom. But my love for drink, drugs, sex and food eliminates all possibilities that I could become a monk.

There are no answers. When you pass, even those who love you will give you a boot in the ass and return to their existences.

What is the solution? You try to stay healthy and a little wealthy and enjoy life although it is difficult at times because so much from your past and present deeds weigh on you.

But there are good days and you have to savor them to the utmost. And the bad days? You've been through them before. You take a deep breath, or a tranquilizer, and suck it up. We can't escape suffering. That is our fate.  

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