“Life is Hard!” (Does the Undead Look Easy?)

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“Life is Hard!”

Maybe more in movies, shows or books with a tragically depressing or pessimistic character do I hear it often said, “Life is hard.”

Life is Hard for the Crawling DeadI remember similar phrases from my own Mom once back when I was a teenager and made some complaint about something. Maybe she was saying it to drive out any notion I had of life being fair or easy or whatever. But equally, she could have been saying it because that was her experience. I don’t know why she said it but I don’t ever remember her inculcating me with the belief that life truly was hard or painful or full of suck or whatever. (And yet, I’ve certainly had plenty of Stories that could have indicated that it was.)

It’s the belief that “Life is Hard” is what this is about.

It’s not said necessarily as a matter of condolence or sympathy for another human being suffering, but said in such a way as the absolute and final ultimate observation on the human existence.

‘Life is Hard’ as Inspiration, Self-Help, Self-Pity, or Defeatism

Maybe the context is an inspiring football coach or a mom who wants better for her daughter and isn’t going to allow her to just feel sorry for herself due to her sad situation: “Life is hard. Toughen up, buttercup!”

Maybe the context is a determined to survive self pep-talk: “So what your house is in foreclosure? So what you just got fired? So what you just got diagnosed with diabetes? Life is hard! You can survive it!”

Or maybe the context is self-pity but trying to not have self-pity: “I don’t feel loved. Why haven’t gotten a raise yet? Why can’t I lose weight? Oh well, guess I’ll sally forth anyway. After all, nobody ever said life was easy.”

Or maybe it’s a dramatic elicitation of pity: “Nobody ever helps me! My house is ugly! The kids don’t visit! My life has always been hard.”

Life is Hard. We Say That But Is It True?

For some, maybe we agree that life is hard but harder for us. That we are are deficient because we lack whatever everyone else has to make it NOT unbearable. We compare our horrific narrative with others’ presentations.

We are not only trapped in our Story, but alone in it. We feel isolated and scared as the Story-Line seems to never end, or if does end, it will end with us writhing forever in despair or whatever the Mind most deeply fears.

“She was always harassed at school by a gang of kids after her attack. She was called demeaning names, written about on the locker room walls, and couldn’t even exit the school building at the end of the day without this one girl saying she was going to kill her in her sleep. Apparently her Mom told her it was best to ignore it and it would stop. I guess it never stopped. Maybe suicide was the only way she knew to make it stop.”

Life is Not the Story-Line

We have difficulties and we have wonderful triumphs. We have dreams as well as nightmares. We have pleasure and we have pain. We have hard and easy and somewhere in between. And THIS is Life, not the current Storyline.

I seek out horror and is why I love Halloween and terrifying roller coasters.

Horror Films and Halloween

As we near Halloween 2014, the influences for this talk of belief, narratives, terror and horror, are the shows I enjoy this time of year with a clearly defined Horror Genre like the Walking Dead and American Horror Story.

What I don’t do, however, is seek out the horrific narratives of my subplots and confuse them with Life. Sometimes they happen but I don’t go into resignation of needing to survive life. I question the horror or sometimes I enjoy feeling it just to see what will happen. This is how I know I am not the Crawling Dead. I can re-purpose my stories of terror and not call those Stories, “Life,” with my follow-up being that it’s hard.

The Crawling Dead Try to Survive Life

Others really believe that the totality of Life is Hard and I wonder how many times they heard it and believed it? I wonder who got them started on that narrative that will weave itself through even the wonderful times? I wonder how many wonderful moments or relationships (or narratives)  will quickly be ruined or supplanted with their subconscious belief that Life is Hard?

Metaphysically or Subconsciously, I know that words have power to the degree we believe them and if said often enough, as hearing and thinking individuals, even if said as a matter of phrase, I wonder what that starts to look like?

If, as conscious striving disillusioning individuals, we adopt and hold as Ultimate Truth our narrative that’s calling ‘Life’ itself a Horror Genre (as opposed to a particularly horrific Storyline), not only are we not telling the Truth, but we’re inventing and manufacturing our own suffering.

And another horrifying belief is being passed on to newer generations.

And to me, that’s a Tragedy.

Life is hard! ( Does this look easy?)

Happy Halloween. I’m going as the UnDead this year.


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