What Do You Fear?

[Enidan ^o^]

I am afraid of eternal lonliness

[moshi]

Loneliness makes me happy. :3~
I fear toast to some extent. I'm not going into the whole story... D: *shudders*

[jukku]

I don't really fear pain or death. I'm sort of a nihilist, I don't see a Sony Play Station 3'ing point to it. And I've experienced a damned lot of physical pain before. Hell, I've actually taken a bullet before (not directly shot, ricochet).

[syphon]

well the fact of pain is that it is only temporary...just that thought alone makes me realize that if it starts it will stop....so i basically dont fear pain...the only thing that i really fear is not being in control of my phisical actions...such as being restrained....

[jukku]

syphon said:

well the fact of pain is that it is only temporary...just that thought alone makes me realize that if it starts it will stop....so i basically dont fear pain...the only thing that i really fear is not being in control of my phisical actions...such as being restrained....

I've heard of permanent pain before, especially phantom pains of losing a limb.

[fear demon Agramon]

see now i am fearless to some extent, like i dont fear spiders, but if one of them is on my face when i wake up in the mornig that will scare the living hell out of me. but for the people that say they are fear less, that means they are not human because its fear that makes us humans. but, its when we face are fears we can be fearless

[Graedius]

teo said:

Heights... brrr... I've taken the plane over 20 times, to and from France looking down and I'm totally un-afraid. But when I'm looking from a balcony or a high window, I fear the ground. Being able to see so much, but being unable to stop your fall. Every time I lean over a balcony I feel like someone's going to come up behind me, scare me, and I'll unluckily jump over the edge.

Mhh, that's definitely one~
Planes are of no matter, because once you're so high, it's irrelevant, hahah... that and, yeah, you're totally enclosed in a nice, safe, comfortable setting :3 But I hate balcony-level hight so much, I won't even go on the Ferris Wheel with people. TRIPLE BONUS MULTIPLIER ! !

[Rackinac]

Here's a complicated one, I fear Myself. Think about it. Every move we make affects ones life. It can hurt them. Kill them. It can help them. Save them. Twists and turns, destroying and saving ones life. Hurting ones feelings, helping them from hurt feelings. I always think, what if I didn't say/do that? Would they feel better or would it be worse? What could I be in the future. One who hurts others or a friend?
To put it in more of a Gem-fasion way, I fear Myself hurting others.

[contention]

Ah, now thats the subject of being a human in the first place; we all have a ring around effect. One shall cause another justice, or perhaps injustice; what string we pull though, is a total enigma. For you can never know how you affect those around you, it seems nearly impossible to scope into their aspect of emotions. Every step you take, and every little move you make is that of a much larger picture. Yet, inside, as you have stated; we all do worry about those that we come in contact with. It is a scarce reminder of how we must keep our morals, for none wish to harm another; at least, not in the sane portion of our minds. How we come off to those around us, is up to their point-of-view though. An ideal that you must keep in conscience, is the facet that we, as a race, can never come to fully please another. We are not one-hundred percent connected, and our ideas are all aflair; thus, grabbing a hand which is curved in your manner, seems impossible. You do show something stereotypical to the value of having a fear though; it is the lack of knowledge, or understanding of what another person is fearing. Your worry makes the utmost of sense, and it also goes to show the inside of your mind a bit. You mentioned that you fret on the practice of hurting others; it is, indeed, a natural system that everyone can relate to. You can't see into their minds, you can't tell what they are wanting, or what that need you to say. Therefore, you're running on experience. The gestures you create are on your own back, you are the only one who knows what you shouldn't do and what you should do. That's decided by the faith you have, the morality to line your blood.

On the matter, it is us as a whole that fears what we can not relate to; what is out of our reach. One reason we have grown so might, so powerful, is only because of our extent in the comprehension of knowledge. We know that in touching fire, you burn; that by slitting a part of your body, you bleed. Yet, things still are out of our grasp; such on the subject of death, emotions, the soul, and the abyss. The reason we can't handle these, is because we don't know what's going to happen when we go into their sections. What occurs after we die? Where do we go? What comes of our body, of our name, of our life? Does it vanish, is it a scheme of blackness; to evolve upon the eyes, changing shape until nothing remains. Or is that of what so many feel, a religious groping. A heavenly abode, creamed in the stars above; where sins are purified and the tasks of man are quenched. If you make mistakes, will you boil within the lakes below? Shall the skin pop and snap at the stretches of a bow, will torment bellow at your name? We do not know, and only dying can give us the answer. We fear it, because we don't want to leave behind this world. We know that we can no longer contact those that remain here, everyone we've gained turns to dust. All your motions, all your ideas, all your strides mean naught; they are but judgement, material worths. There are those who are afraid of deep trenches, lakes where the waters turn black. It is that misunderstanding of what's below them that worries their frames. They can't feel the sands beneath those toes, what swims below is all in shade. They can only guess, is it something diabolical, dangerous? Or could it in fact, be that of a positive substance, nothing of which to give harm. The thing is, sometimes you just have to take a chance and go with it.

So don't fear in the matter of how we work, of how you interact with another; keep in mind, that you should live your life the way you want to. Let no man, no religion, no society turn your colors; for you're the hand upon the wheel. You can guide yourself where you feel worthy. You can give up when you want to, you can keep going when you see fit. When you speak to others, be yourself, be open, be kind. We are all human, and we all want the same thing; to be treated with a noble respect. To know that we matter, at least to someone; for when we are alone, we shudder in ourselves. Let not any man be cast aside, and speak as you dream; not dream as you speak.

[dude]

graedius said:

teo said:

Heights... brrr... I've taken the plane over 20 times, to and from France looking down and I'm totally un-afraid. But when I'm looking from a balcony or a high window, I fear the ground. Being able to see so much, but being unable to stop your fall. Every time I lean over a balcony I feel like someone's going to come up behind me, scare me, and I'll unluckily jump over the edge.

Mhh, that's definitely one~
Planes are of no matter, because once you're so high, it's irrelevant, hahah... that and, yeah, you're totally enclosed in a nice, safe, comfortable setting :3

Safe!? Ack... >.<

Yeah, i don't trust planes >.<

[Reaper X5]

twilight said:

Here's a complicated one, I fear Myself. Think about it. Every move we make affects ones life. It can hurt them. Kill them. It can help them. Save them. Twists and turns, destroying and saving ones life. Hurting ones feelings, helping them from hurt feelings. I always think, what if I didn't say/do that? Would they feel better or would it be worse? What could I be in the future. One who hurts others or a friend?
To put it in more of a Gem-fasion way, I fear Myself hurting others.

this guy has a point, no matter what we do it always affects someone else.

[Reaper X5]

whell how the hell should i know that....
oh yea that thing that says your gender.....
sorry
im an idiot

[plebanshiren]

draco said:

dude......its a girl.....

Actually 'guy' can mean both boy AND girl in a formal term besides, don't take offensive where it's not your buissness.
hmm I'm no hero, yet I ain't a bubbling coward either, lessee...
I fear losing my freinds most, I seem to have a very weak bond wit them right now and if I try and resolve it, it seems to get weaker, so i fear losing my freinds, I also fear losing my parents, they're rather old, their health is fine, but you know, anything can happen. I fear alot of other stuff too but I'm not going into that.

[Reaper X5]

im just wondering, does anyone fear death?

[Teo]

twilight said:

Here's a complicated one, I fear Myself. Think about it. Every move we make affects ones life. It can hurt them. Kill them. It can help them. Save them. Twists and turns, destroying and saving ones life. Hurting ones feelings, helping them from hurt feelings. I always think, what if I didn't say/do that? Would they feel better or would it be worse? What could I be in the future. One who hurts others or a friend?
To put it in more of a Gem-fasion way, I fear Myself hurting others.

Someone believes in the Chaos Theory.

But that's so true... have you ever seen a movie or cartoon where the hero goes back in time, and a simple little nudge, maybe a drink, or an extra word changes the course of time? The butterfly is a good, violent, but good example. If you were sent back a few hundreds of years, would getting the attention of a pilgrim for a split second alter his step a little bit, cause someone else to slow down for almost running into him, causing his mood to lose his train of thought, slow down his way to hunt, possibly make him have an extra step too much, snap a twig, lose his prey, and have your (8)great grandpa bag the buck he would have met your (8)great grandma with if he hadn't gotten it?

You know, that is kind of creepy, but I'm more fascinated by the thought than scared. I'd only be scared if somehow I DID get sent to the past. I'd be scared that I might cause such a chain reaction and never be born, but what are the odds of time travel?

Also, I've found a new fear. Water. Not so much water itself, I'm fine with swimming... it's the distance you have to travel when you're underwater and out of breath. This happened a few times in swimming, I had to swim down, touch the bottom of the pool and come back up after having tread water. I was out of breath when I went DOWN. Before reaching the bottom so I could kick up, I ran out of breath and panicked, frantically heading for the surface, but it never seemed to come. I was scared... I don't know if it's the water itself I fear, but mostly the distance up to the surface when you're out of breath like that. It's just...scary.

[Rackinac]

Teo, I know how you feel about the water part. In fact, when I was little I almost drowned because my parents weren't watching. (Gotta love those attentive parenting skills...) I used to swim for a sport though, and I loved being able to go to the bottom to help if someone dropped something, but going back up is the problem...

[teh yoshi]

I remember that feeling all too well when I was in like 3rd grade, trying to touch the bottom of a 12 feet pool.

Anyway, that reminded me of this horrible image that would flash to me now and then at random. I'd envision this girl underwater, far away from the shore with a city skyline. You can see her under the surface from above, but when she touches the surface, it rises with her hand, and she cannot penetrate it. The surface acts like a layer of plastic she cannot break through, and watching her running out of breath just makes my heart race.

It's as if you're swimming in your pool, and while underwater, a pool cover has been placed all over the surface instantly. You swim up, but as you try and poke at the underneath of the pool cover, you won't receive any new air due to surface tension and boyancy.

[firespikez]

plebanshiren said:

draco said:

dude......its a girl.....

Actually 'guy'mean both boy AND girl freinds most

I was about to say that.
teh, i know that feeling. but for real. LOL
just kidding i was just swimming under it. but I was simming in the side of the pool when I wanted to breath... man i love that smiley

[contention]

reaperx5 said:

im just wondering, does anyone fear death?

The quote itself, of whom "fears death", is infact a very valuable question. In a matter of speaking, perhaps it should be switched to something more logical: as to, who doesn't fear death? Of course, there will always be those who can not understand the grasp of which this entity creates. It is of course, a mystery and shall forever remain in that essence. As to why, we can not say; perhaps one reason that we fear this wilder beast. We, as mankind are known to naturally befall things that we can far from comprehend; we do not wish to see them, to feel them, or to do anything with them; unless of course, they choose to divulge their characteristics. Death hides from our hands, leaving it unable to be examined. All we can notice is the effect that the plague carries; taking everything away, leaving behind but a scrap of mortal hinge. The answer itself as to what Death posses is far beyond our understanding, and what we can't control: we fear. To fully realize the position of what Death holds, it seems that we as humans must stumble into its path. Then, however, words become lifeless things, lips like stitches. To think, the dead know so much when compared to the living. Perhaps they are the philosophers of this world, and we are but puppets on their strings. Of course, none wish to leave the soil of this ground; but there is no other means of description unless it is done.

Religion, for what it's worth, has long sought to put the final piece into this worlds revolving puzzle. The numerous forms of faith all obtain their own message to the after-life; each feeling that their way is the right way. Yet, perhaps in justice they actually make "the end" more confusing than anything else. But, let us simplify things for a moment. Most civilizations and societies are able to agree on a certain fine-point. This in general states that: we are under the rule of both a heaven and a hell. Up above, in some sea that we can not perceive, lies that of a beautiful grace. Covered in the soft fine felt of mirth; born and bred from fingers that flesh could far from compare. There, where the sun does not set; but moves like a compass, round and round again. Never pulling itself to a complete stop, like some magnetic force. Then below, beneath the tilt of ground, far buried in the sands of our past. There it lies, something to diabolical for man to set in conscience. Where nights are the leading time; some universal spun web, caught in eternal wedlock. As shall burn the sins of every lowly sport, cast from the perch of living into a lake of remorse. For see, it is no sea, it is no lake; but a river, an unending turning squire. Of course, let it be noted that all religions don't base their view on these same messages. For to some, Hell is but an existence of thriving on Earth; and to reach Heaven, one must either be daunted with the task at birth, or gain it through spiritual means. However it is seen, it only shortly provides comfort in such a materialistic world.

We, as humanity, seem to view world through two different eyes; of course, these blurs of vision do oftentimes cross over themselves. Perhaps it is by confusion, or by some embroiled and suffocated emotion. Whatever it is, it sends a sorrowful conclusion to the plan that Death deals. For, Death in its own sights; is like that of the black shroud around us. Constantly hanging, over head, without dispersing even in the light of all things. It does not delude, nor figure in some other stature; but remains, grazing its heavy burden across the land. And each way, stars seem to twinkle its tips; giving it beauty, mistaking it’s identity for something beyond amazing. But we, with our knowledge seem to barely define its importance or gain. We know but of a bit, as the same we do for Worldly matters. By example, that of Gravity; we can only conclude its effect, but far from pull together the reactants. For, with explanation, it is only figured that the force is used to keep objects within and around our atmosphere. Yet, when going to the extreme, it seems that all minds are incapable to find and reuse the source. The same is but for death; when you look closely that may be. We know, as a whole, that this process will shortly erode the mind and “soul”, tearing away at every single muscle, thread, and bone in the body. Slowly, through time, we fall apart; and mingle ourselves to where we can not see. Only those long gone shall open there eyes, and find some “paradise”, or so we wish. It’s but a mystery, an enigma that we run from.

The real shocker lies in the message; the signal that is recieved by all men at least once in their life. That chilling scroll, streaming the flow that some fellow companion has passed anew. We bit our lips on that day, and every single thought in the head seems to lead in another direction. Then we kneel, at least through conscience; thinking of everything that this person had done. Locking their direction in our memory, forever to be embellished and construed. For it is in Death, that so many tremble upon. It is an action that takes away every single line of a name. Every task you do, falls away with it; passing into some door, to be shut upon extraction. The only real capture is on the tongue of fellow passers. Those who can record the deeds once done; to steal them away, tightly against their own flesh. Let it be taken into consideration though, the sorrow that lies in the past. When poverty and companionship were at times, fragile, hardly existant. Dropping into the abyss was a dismal resolution, for with your body would collapse your history. So many names, round up in this enormous jumbled web; unable to connect with their essence, impossible, disfigured. If there is an afterlife, how they must wean on nothing but tears; sadness that they will never have made an imprint on Earth. Few, in terms of the variety of cultures in our past, have made it into founded documents. There they thrive, only for their public achievements. But what about the others, those that had changed things behind the scenes. Why must they coil up, and dust themselves alone; forever, and ever. It seems, unfair, however unstoppable; for our society is so split. We say that in today's times, we have fixed the way of living. Made it more suitable, yet even still, those pass into the night with their entire sensation alongside. Some even without family, without guidance; who is supposed to help them, show them the way on that journey? It is a fear of many as well, to Die alone; and it can't be ignored that it happens. When that chilling wind strikes, to fall to the floor; without any embrace to pull you up. To single-handedly dissolve, beyond this realm and into something else. Alone, alone, alone.

One thing to regret, if above any other possibility, is the mark that Death makes when in our arms. We may fear it, but it is our weapon; the only way to silence someone in some eternal piece. For, there is no price to only partially queue someone’s ear; but with the making of blood, it can easily be stapled shut. War, in our message, at times can not be avoided; it is in our behavior, but not totally as well. Some wars are waged for land, others for money; but there are those, among the few, that wind themselves around the halting of tyranny. Think back, if possible, to that of the World Wars; started on some resolution of rancid deeds, done by the unthinkable types of people. How we ached, to end their little games, and put them back to bed where they belonged. Nothing could hold such evil back, but only the gesture of death. For that, that can not be eluded. So we, with our passion for "good", or what the term means at such a time, deal the final blow. For, while death may be the maker of all our dreams; it is as well a companion. The only valuable ally to bring down those, those who wish to change the world for their own illusions. Let it be taken though, that no war, even in the name of God can outdo the make of sin. By religious aspects, it will and always state that murder shall defy the name of what controls all. It is the worst complexion that can be shot from our soul; something that can never be washed away. It's stench will last forever, a stain on the blessed corpse that comes from around. And even in the grave, it beats soundly at the chest of it's maker; biting into that frame, sending them right to Hell. But it brings a good question; when murder is the means of protection for a greater good. Would God himself pass it by, understanding it was the only way to stop the negative. For, if he is as understanding as religion makes him; he could only do the such. Of course, as religion goes to say; never assume what he wants, don't strike in his name. Not even if "you're told to", for you never know who is speaking through that very heart.

Some play with death, become interested in it; there are those that fear it, get on their tips and run at it's mention. Both are two wrong types of people; you do not jester with death, nor do you curse it's very name. It is not hear to be mimicked, nor is it upon this plain to be jolted at. It is, in essence, a part of our life; and no matter how much you want to escape at it's whim, or kiss it's very lips; you never may. It will come, and snatch you when the time so chooses. You can bring it sooner, but do feel as if it is a means of avoiding a lively issue. For death does not answer your questions, it does not solve your equations. It is, like ending a game, or shutting down a screen. The only thing is, you can return to those; you can't return to this. It is, the ending function; nothing will ever wheel you back inside. And don't feel as if you're only casting away your issues; you're also emptying out every ounce of your existence. You no longer matter, the ones you loved move on. You can be forgotten in an instance, and you only secure this by death. But don't run from it either, you're only going to trip; no one has a steady pace away from this creation. You will be trampled in the stampede, along with everyone else. If you can find peace in your heart, to enjoy what you have and accept the end-day; death will be kind to you. It will leave behind your essence, and take you where you need to go. But do not fault what must come, it's like trying to avoid aging; it's foolish, idiotic.

Death is not the enemy, it is, indeed the friend. A friend you will spend more than an eternity with. Even now, it stands beside you; because, there is that grimly factor that nearly everything can take away your life. It's everywhere, all the time, just waiting to pry that final nail. But it doesn't do it for fun, nor does it haunt you; it merely does what it's told by your actions. Be smart, think wisely, live long. Play, run, or hide; and you seem to fall a bit short. Understand what you are stepping in, think before you act, and obtain friendships as you may. They are the only key to your survival when the end peers it's growling head. May we know, that death is a fear; but as well, our only true companion and guardian angel.

"Fearing Yourself"

To fear yourself, seems somewhat rated to an extent; only because you're putting a sort of typical worry on what you do and say. By common morals, let it be said that we are infact led by what religion has built. Even if you put your hands into the ground, to crack each finger and state that no God built the land you stand upon; then do it so. But you can't ignore the fact that this law system around you, has some comfort in what Puritan fathers we once had. To not kill, steal; sounds somewhat like the commandments. Ridden in the bible, back throughout what Christ had made. Or at least, some will go to believe. It is from that, in which we take our steps. You can not avoid though, those that seem to fail on the whim of the scripture. Commiting their actions with the utmost happiness, to end pleasure and bring pain. To cause worry, and from that gain. But why, why do they do it? No one can say what drives a human to murder, to rape, to pillage; is it insanity, the way they were born? Oh, now that's going deep, but, well that's totally opinion. What you want on that, is somewhat patted under the whole conscience. But to finally expand, the way you live your life is totally up to you. To fear what you say and do, makes you good at heart; but also can ruin the fact that you're here to merely enjoy yourself. Take notes of others, but don't always base yourself on wondering what they want and need. Know that, every task in this world can't be filled; you can't make everyone smile. Some wish for that, to be globally loved and appreciated. They try, they really do; and they might gain a lot. But someone out there hates them, would love to seem them fall and burn. It's inevitable, we're humans, we love or we hate.

Strangely enough, you might think to say that we should fear what we do for the good of others. Which is true, it can be said that many parents fear that they won't do the right things for their children. So, they oftentimes move with strong winds; always going to make their little sprouts as good as they are. Of course, we all know that we don't like them to interfer. But in the end, it does help us grow. But if they would only trust their instincts, they would understand that they are given the tools they need. They don't have to apply pressure, they shouldn't need to meddle in every little thing anyone else does. If they relax, take a seat, and put their hands where instinct tells them; life will always move as it needs to. Life can not be controlled, not always be us, and perhaps not by a God. But like time, it moves; and in that little split second you have a decision to make. It can be either right or wrong, but you can't fix it, and you don't always make the best. Don't beat yourself up over that, it's experince you gain; you need it, it aids in your development.

[Reaper X5]

wow thanks for the radically long explanation on my question