Since we are all in some kind of unfortunate circumstances now, I wondered if it would be okay to look back and remember a moment where you felt really good. It could be anything - happiness, excitement, laughter, love, etc. Do you think you had enough of these moments to appreciate the life you were given, even if it didn't turn out the way you wanted?
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universe
Experienced
- Jul 15, 2022
- 241
When I saw myself dying. A feeling of floating, of peace, of plenitude. I felt drawn to heaven and everything on Earth no longer mattered. I think I hallucinated but I hope to experience it again soon.
Since I had this experience I can only think of one thing to leave. I would only be fulfilled when I left this world.
Since I had this experience I can only think of one thing to leave. I would only be fulfilled when I left this world.
FuneralCry
Just wanting some peace
- Sep 24, 2020
- 43,837
In my case I cannot even remember ever feeling positively towards anything. I have never wanted to be a part of this world, existence has always been a cruel burden to me and simply experiencing things and being conscious is a form of suffering. The truth is that some people are simply not meant for this world, I'm not compatible with life in any way. There is nothing to even feel positive about in a world like this, to feel positive about this life means to deny the reality of this existence. Such a thing as comfort or relief could never exist in this life, life itself is the true problem and is just a tragic and unnecessary mistake.
almaranthine
Wizard
- Nov 28, 2019
- 615
Like universe mentioned, the feeling of almost dying is pretty incredible. I've been in 2 car accidents where I had that moment of peace where time slows down, and the prospect of death is just surreal. Your life really does flash before your eyes and if you aren't filled with fear/negative emotions it really is an amazing thing.
I've felt profound happiness in dreams before. More happiness than I've ever had in this plane of consciousness that's for sure.
I've felt profound happiness in dreams before. More happiness than I've ever had in this plane of consciousness that's for sure.
I can remember random moments from childhood when everything just felt perfectly right. Completely at peace and clear headed with no mental or physical pain. Long gone.
For me it was performing onstage as a teen. I loved music and some moments I was genuinely euphoric. It's very rare and I don't even know how I would feel that way again. I don't think I can. Some people never experience that, and so it makes me feel better about my life. It wasn't all bad.
A day I spent with my Dad when I was a child really stands out. We went to Brighton (UK) and went to the Sealife centre there. You could buy a small pot of cut up fish (kind of gross) to feed the stingrays. I held the fish in the water for a bit and this beautiful ray glided up to eat it. Probably sounds kind of inconsequential but it felt so magical. Not exactly enough to sustain a lifetime but I guess I'm lucky enough not to be too far gone to find things beautiful and amazing.
ArchmagePrincess
Magical Princess of Death
- Aug 31, 2022
- 146
For me it was when I'd first moved out of my abusive parents house with my at the time partner. They turned out to be abusive too of course but the short time of blissful ignorance being their house wife and just being in deluded love felt euphoric.
Maudlin
Specialist
- Dec 10, 2021
- 355
I really did appreciate my life until a few years ago. I wasn't in pain then, like I am now.
I've got many good memories.
One of the best went like this... I'd had two days off on a three day stretch so I was good and rested. I'd been working 12-14 hour days the weeks before, and I had just enough time between waking up and leavin' for work to watch a trade station that I'd set up, hoping the market could help me climb out of my dreary work-eat-sleep-work routine I'd been on for years to try and make a life for my lady and our son.
Every three weeks I'd get three days off, and start the whole thing over again.
Day one was always sleep.
Day two I'd sleep alot but I had a little time to play with my son, and day three it would feel like we were an actual family... and every couple months we'd have someone watch the boy and it was just she and I.
This was one of those days... just she and I.
This was some time around September of 08', and I'd been watching the markets pretty tough. I hadn't yet built up my account enough to bypass the pattern day trader rule, but I'd worked my accounts up all year long, 3 positions a week under 24 hours and no more. It was like slogging through mud. I watched more good trades fly away because of that rule than I can count... and I can count pretty high.
I had 4 open short positions, and I had alarms set on my trade station so they would ding when I was in the money. They'd quack like a duck if it went sour.
It was the middle of the trading day and things were nice and cozy with my lady when I heard the first ding.
She didn't know the difference between a ding and a quack, so she narrowed her eyes at me but (of course) I stayed put, nibblin' her earlobe.
We'd both worked up a sweat by the time I heard the next ding, then two more in quick succession.
She never knew she wasn't the only reason I was hollerin' that day.
It was one of the best feelings of my life. I knew I could finally stop the brutal working schedule, I didn't have to worry about that damned day trader rule anymore, and I made nearly $8k in the time it took to make my ol'lady smile.
I've got many good memories.
One of the best went like this... I'd had two days off on a three day stretch so I was good and rested. I'd been working 12-14 hour days the weeks before, and I had just enough time between waking up and leavin' for work to watch a trade station that I'd set up, hoping the market could help me climb out of my dreary work-eat-sleep-work routine I'd been on for years to try and make a life for my lady and our son.
Every three weeks I'd get three days off, and start the whole thing over again.
Day one was always sleep.
Day two I'd sleep alot but I had a little time to play with my son, and day three it would feel like we were an actual family... and every couple months we'd have someone watch the boy and it was just she and I.
This was one of those days... just she and I.
This was some time around September of 08', and I'd been watching the markets pretty tough. I hadn't yet built up my account enough to bypass the pattern day trader rule, but I'd worked my accounts up all year long, 3 positions a week under 24 hours and no more. It was like slogging through mud. I watched more good trades fly away because of that rule than I can count... and I can count pretty high.
I had 4 open short positions, and I had alarms set on my trade station so they would ding when I was in the money. They'd quack like a duck if it went sour.
It was the middle of the trading day and things were nice and cozy with my lady when I heard the first ding.
She didn't know the difference between a ding and a quack, so she narrowed her eyes at me but (of course) I stayed put, nibblin' her earlobe.
We'd both worked up a sweat by the time I heard the next ding, then two more in quick succession.
She never knew she wasn't the only reason I was hollerin' that day.
It was one of the best feelings of my life. I knew I could finally stop the brutal working schedule, I didn't have to worry about that damned day trader rule anymore, and I made nearly $8k in the time it took to make my ol'lady smile.
Oblivion
Wizard
- Aug 2, 2018
- 633
when i hugged my ex when were alone in the middle in the night and there was no one, it was cold and we hugged each other really really tight, i wish time stopped back then and lived in that moment forever
freevoid
Student
- Jul 11, 2022
- 137
Euphoria from magic mushrooms. Felt good mentally for a few months afterwards, till the feeling went away and I returned back to my usual baseline of pain, fear and despair. The effect was even shorter lived each subsequent time I took them, till it went away completely. Haven't experienced that post-antidepressant effect since. Nor the euphoria.
The feeling of really good sex with someone I was really connected to. Till they broke my heart, humiliated me and fucked me over.
Good times. But not nearly enough to outweight the bad. Like, less than 1% of the totality of my experience.
The feeling of really good sex with someone I was really connected to. Till they broke my heart, humiliated me and fucked me over.
Good times. But not nearly enough to outweight the bad. Like, less than 1% of the totality of my experience.
Lost Magic
Illuminated
- May 5, 2020
- 3,206
The happiest I have felt is reading some of your touching stories. It truly warms my heart during these cold times. Hugs to all
16-12-2012 Corinthians 1x0 Chelsea world champions (2000 and 2012)...
and
20-12-2012
the best day in my life
LastFlowers
the haru that can read
- Apr 27, 2019
- 2,170
Imagining escape..
Imagining the whole world ending..relief.
Basically just imagining an existence outside of the one I currently inhabit.
Imagination has been the only avenue to any "positive" emotion for me.
Whether it be losing myself in my own, or in the work of someone else's.
There is hardly anything to appreciate about what I've been given..besides knowing things could always be worse, because even if you're 6 feet below the supposed rock bottom..there is no end to pain & suffering and the opportunities to experience or compound either one.
Several times I did not think my life could get any worse..several times I was wrong.
Imagining the whole world ending..relief.
Basically just imagining an existence outside of the one I currently inhabit.
Imagination has been the only avenue to any "positive" emotion for me.
Whether it be losing myself in my own, or in the work of someone else's.
There is hardly anything to appreciate about what I've been given..besides knowing things could always be worse, because even if you're 6 feet below the supposed rock bottom..there is no end to pain & suffering and the opportunities to experience or compound either one.
Several times I did not think my life could get any worse..several times I was wrong.
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Fadeawaaaay
Visionary
- Nov 12, 2021
- 2,160
Getting into college… Being in love… Dinner parties… Playing music with friends
SectOfValtiel
Attendant of God
- Nov 7, 2022
- 217
love, period
it took me from what i thought was my lowest to the highest ive ever felt
and i miss it- and her- every fucking day im alive
but the absence of love after having had love is a feeling worse than any ive ever felt, too
id rather feel nothing than a second more of this
it took me from what i thought was my lowest to the highest ive ever felt
and i miss it- and her- every fucking day im alive
but the absence of love after having had love is a feeling worse than any ive ever felt, too
id rather feel nothing than a second more of this
Cliché but loving and being loved back. It was just an amazing feeling not being alone for the first time in my life.
A lot of people are saying romantic love in response to this. I've never had a serious relationship which is part of the reason I'm making my decision. I've had flings and people I really cared about (maybe even loved?) but no one has ever told me they loved me in a romantic way.
It's very depressing in it's own way. But I imagine having love and losing it is painful as well. You know exactly what you are missing.
It's very depressing in it's own way. But I imagine having love and losing it is painful as well. You know exactly what you are missing.
The most wonderful emotions I have felt have always been when experiencing a magical view. When I was little I could see a field of flowers outside of my window and when it would bloom in the spring I would stare at it, feeling so lucky to witness it. I lived near a beach until recently, and although I couldn't go often when I did I felt so incredibly lucky to be alive. I would go into the water and stare off into the distance. The way the gentle, cloud filled sky met the water looked like heaven. All of my pain and fear would disappear for hours. My job requires me to travel around my city a lot and last week on my way to one location I saw a gorgeous view of a creek lined with tall, full trees. I perked up like a deer in awe. I was so excited to see it again the following week. Lately I've thought about taking my savings and moving to a warm state and living by the beach, just see where it takes me. But where ever I go, there I am. The memories that haunt me, the body that constantly reminds me of the experience that turned my world upside down and drained it of color. I wonder why I keep trying, why i don't just do myself the favor of letting go. I don't understand why I am making myself go to work tomorrow and carve out a smile when I could let go right now. How long of a wait is enough?
not_actually_human
indeterminate some.
- Nov 12, 2022
- 53
Gustav Hartmann
Enlightened
- Aug 28, 2021
- 1,123
Conker
Specialist
- Oct 22, 2019
- 351
I'm not going to list every single one, although being vindicated in knowing that I wasn't alone in regards to going through paranormal experiences. This is a bizarre place to say the least.
So in a way, it's somewhat comforting to know that hey maybe things can someday be alright for all of us. Even though it is presently unfathomable.
A common use for clones was entertainment, and my "job" was to teach celebrities (music and film stars, politicians ect) how to transfer into a clone and operate said clone. This was done without technology however at the time a technology was being (re)developed (reverse engineered) to achieve this transfer. Once the tech was up and running they allowed me to leave the Clone Program and offered me a job as a "mole" at a Paranormal Studies organization. This Org was at the time working with and funded by the Canadian and Untied States Governments. The "goal" was supposedly to detail paranormal truth and package it as an educational package for the public sector. My job was to ensure that wouldn't happen.
I was installed as the Director of the project. All final reports were made by myself. My job was to discredit all the evidence and those who collected it. I did my job well and the Governments shut the door on this project, concluding there is no truth to Paranormal Studies, cutting funding and burying the evidence.
I HATED doing this. These were good people whose work I destroyed. There was a lot of evidence involved enough to prove to the public that "paranormal activities" exist and can be measured and predicted. Again I asked to be released and was denied.
So it was hopeless. Those I tried to tell either went missing or crazy, or they refused to believe a word I said. If I continued I would have to perform actions I know are wrong. The result was my resignation to suicide.
https://theruiner777.blogspot.com/2015/03/background.html
And hey, if nothing miraculous should ever come of it? Who cares I am not in any rush. The worst has already happened.
So in a way, it's somewhat comforting to know that hey maybe things can someday be alright for all of us. Even though it is presently unfathomable.
A common use for clones was entertainment, and my "job" was to teach celebrities (music and film stars, politicians ect) how to transfer into a clone and operate said clone. This was done without technology however at the time a technology was being (re)developed (reverse engineered) to achieve this transfer. Once the tech was up and running they allowed me to leave the Clone Program and offered me a job as a "mole" at a Paranormal Studies organization. This Org was at the time working with and funded by the Canadian and Untied States Governments. The "goal" was supposedly to detail paranormal truth and package it as an educational package for the public sector. My job was to ensure that wouldn't happen.
I was installed as the Director of the project. All final reports were made by myself. My job was to discredit all the evidence and those who collected it. I did my job well and the Governments shut the door on this project, concluding there is no truth to Paranormal Studies, cutting funding and burying the evidence.
I HATED doing this. These were good people whose work I destroyed. There was a lot of evidence involved enough to prove to the public that "paranormal activities" exist and can be measured and predicted. Again I asked to be released and was denied.
So it was hopeless. Those I tried to tell either went missing or crazy, or they refused to believe a word I said. If I continued I would have to perform actions I know are wrong. The result was my resignation to suicide.
https://theruiner777.blogspot.com/2015/03/background.html
And hey, if nothing miraculous should ever come of it? Who cares I am not in any rush. The worst has already happened.
What a beautiful question
The moment that came to my mind right away was delivering my daughter by myself in our bathroom. I was euphoric at having such a powerful experience; my body felt strong and incredible and it seemed like I had created something so incredibly beautiful and powerful. I loved her unreservedly in that moment
The moment that came to my mind right away was delivering my daughter by myself in our bathroom. I was euphoric at having such a powerful experience; my body felt strong and incredible and it seemed like I had created something so incredibly beautiful and powerful. I loved her unreservedly in that moment
Can't really remember, been a while since i experienced anything really positive. Might have been the time I did LSD and experienced something that felt like genuine bliss. Might have been the love of my parents, or might have been peace.
To sum it up: elation from drugs, love and peace
To sum it up: elation from drugs, love and peace
mytimemysunflower
Member
- Feb 18, 2023
- 23
SenseOfLoss
life could have been so beautiful
- Feb 24, 2023
- 208
Love, any kind of love/ children/ the beauty and loneliness of nature/ wonderful (melancholic) music/ to support someone
AnonymousRobin
little bird fly away
- Oct 7, 2022
- 191
joy/love ^-^ when i walk outside and realise its just me on a sunny day and how amazing the trees and colours are, that the birds are doing their own thing, or when it's raining lightly or super heavily ans i go out in an umbrella or pitter patter jacket and just listen to the rain drops 
or on a sunny day where i walk in to the city and i see people just doing their thing, getting on and enjoying life, or company or being sad and staying in that moment 
or on a sunny day where i walk in to the city and i see people just doing their thing, getting on and enjoying life, or company or being sad and staying in that moment 
deepblack
follow the white rabbit
- Apr 9, 2023
- 64
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