living to die

[swaenK]

what is to live to serve? to die in battle? basically, living to die? waiting for your glorious moment in combat so you can die?

what are these moments in between? further what is death? anyone who has seen or watched something die would know it's nothing overly complicated.

I think like in Fury Road, the final moments in-between life and death during the final battle could be glorious. Something worth living to feel, something to feel before death. Better than dying a pauper's death anyway.

it would sure feel better if you had someone to die for before you died though, or else what? you're just another meatbag.

HERE LET ME GO FIRST.

>:( FRICKING FRICK

[swaenK]

At 10/22/15 10:14 PM, dem0lecule wrote: Let me tell you about the dying for honor bullshit. It never happens. Human don't give a fuck about each other. Politicians will honor you for a day and historians might scribble something down their book with already full of death fucks like you. You're worthless solider. There is no honor in war.

Psh. There are causes worth dying for, are you are just a coward. I would think. I would jump infront a moving vehicle to save a little girl, just the same if the world is in a state of chaos you have to step up to bat or innocent people will be preyed upon.

[Bit]

Dulce Et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!–An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, —
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

[swaenK]

At 10/22/15 10:18 PM, Bit wrote: Pro patria mori.

from chaos can come beauty. For example I recently viewed a van gogh exhibit and it is absolutely beautiful his art, yet I found it didn't resonate anything it was empty and tired and some even eerie. Supremely modern tho.. Yet when I view Hitler's paintings that he painted during the war I can feel so much life, the world is alive, even if it was way less skilled. Amongst the horror there could be some beauty..

[swaenK]

At 10/22/15 10:24 PM, KhanKhendo wrote: Valhalla awaits you.
"Vahalla avventer deg."

it awaits everyone... just a matter of me caring about the time in-between then and now.

day in day out single child FML.

[swaenK]

At 10/22/15 10:32 PM, dem0lecule wrote: You've never been to war. Don't bluff.

cant say I have. But I have lived on the streets in Vancouver. I have been in car accidents. I have come close to death multiple times. I have had serious injuries where you're uncertain if you will ever get better. I have woken up in night terrors.

I haven't explicitly came face to face with another person and had to either shoot them or die, BUT, I can rationalize it. I can rationalize the need for it especially.

[swaenK]

At 10/22/15 10:39 PM, dem0lecule wrote: You don't have to bluff about these things. I don't doubt you had/have a shit life. But bluffing about it make you sound like you were lying. If you really have the heart to save people, just do it and don't ask for return. A real hero is who does great thing for humanity but don't ask for things to benefit him/her.

my life hasn't really been shit. I chose to live on the streets in Vancouver and I can really say it is like a war. A hero can be many things to a person. It's someone who they epitomize. Someone who embodies greatness. A hero to one isn't necessarily a hero to another.

I haven't explicitly came face to face with another person and had to either shoot them or die, BUT, I can rationalize it. I can rationalize the need for it especially.

Good for you.

GOOD FOR ME XD

YAY ME.

[Yomuchan]

At 10/22/15 11:15 PM, SocialistClock wrote: There is a lot of stupid in this thread, go back to playing CoD in your mums basement and quit having so many wet dreams about dieing for glory or w/e bs you're idolizing in your mind

Most CoD prots get shanked and die lousy, cutscene incompetence-induced deaths.

[PussyShark]

There's a lot of things to die for. It's subjective, it depends on the person you're asking and what their values are. God, country, family, those are typically what people fight to die for. There are also good friends.

[Fenny]

At 10/22/15 10:33 PM, swaenK wrote:

At 10/22/15 10:32 PM, dem0lecule wrote: You've never been to war. Don't bluff.

cant say I have. But I have lived on the streets in Vancouver. I have been in car accidents. I have come close to death multiple times. I have had serious injuries where you're uncertain if you will ever get better. I have woken up in night terrors.

Car accidents + near death scenarios =/= Going to war

Not trying to make out what you've been through less traumatic, but don't bluff. It makes you sound like an asshole

[AcetheSuperVillain]

Cattle die, kinsmen die and we ourselves must die,
But one thing will never die,
The fame we earn in life.

- The Havamal

But who are you that your fame can last through eternity? Does anyone know your name? Does anyone recount your deeds? To have fame in your own name is difficult. But the fame of your family? your community? your country? your generation? These are things that can last through the ages.

So why live to serve? To preserve yourself for all eternity. Not under your own name, but as one of many who shaped the world of the future. One brick in a mighty wall. One note in an epic song. Because if one brick is gone, the wall can fall. If one note is off, the song sounds wrong. What you do matters, even if no one knows your name. So do what matters.

[inauspicious]

Are we not all already living to die though?

[karategangster]

no you've got it all backwards.