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 Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 1:51 am
Life is like a candle. Slowly we're all reaching the end of our wicks, yet we'll still shine brightly until the end.
Life is like a contact lens. If it's not taken care of it just causes you to get agitated and cry.
Life is like a Fudgesicle. Really sweet until the end when all that's left is a few words on a stick.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 3:23 pm
Lemons, when it turns sour, you can stay sweet and make lemonade.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 8:52 pm
Life is like an empty book. You are the author, you write your own story. You choose how its gonna go, happy, sad, good bad. It's all on you. And it's all in pen...You can't erase your mistakes, simply cross them out, or learn from them.
This has prolbly been said in the past, but I did not quote it from anywhere, this is my own opinion.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 10:06 pm
life is like a knife, it has a point, but screw around too much, and you are bound to get hurt.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 8:10 pm
Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can.
-- Danny Kaye
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 8:17 pm
Life is like a plan. You can plan out everything but it might not ever work out
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 10:46 pm
life is like a fast food meal. you'll always be talked to rudely, overpay, and be unsatisfied with your selection later on.
life is like a blanket. warm and fuzzy, but even then still has some holes.
life is like a kit kat bar. everyone wants a piece but there's only so much that you can give.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 2:23 pm
Life is like a rapist; it screws us when we don't want it to.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 5:29 pm
Not exactly fitting with the other posts, but I like Plato's allegory of the cave to describe the general human experience: "Suppose that there is a group of human beings who have lived their entire lives trapped in a subterranean chamber lit by a large fire behind them. Chained in place, these cave-dwellers can see nothing but shadows (of their own bodies and of other things) projected on a flat wall in front of them. Some of these people will be content to do no more than notice the play of light and shadow, while the more clever among them will become highly skilled observers of the patterns that most regularly occur. In both cases, however, they cannot truly comprehend what they see, since they are prevented from grasping its true source and nature. (Republic 514a)
Now suppose that one of these human beings manages to break the chains, climb through the torturous passage to the surface, and escape the cave. With eyes accustomed only to the dim light of the former habitation, this individual will at first be blinded by the brightness of the surface world, able to look only upon the shadows and reflections of the real world. But after some time and effort, the former cave-dweller will become able to appreciate the full variety of the newly-discovered world, looking at trees, mountains, and (eventually) the sun itself.
Finally, suppose that this escapee returns to the cave, trying to persuade its inhabitants that there is another, better, more real world than the one in which they have so long been content to dwell. They are unlikely to be impressed by the pleas of this extraordinary individual, Plato noted, especially since their former companion, having travelled to the bright surface world, is now inept and clumsy in the dim realm of the cave. Nevertheless, it would have been in the best interest of these residents of the cave to entrust their lives to the one enlightened member of their company, whose acquaintance with other things is a unique qualification for genuine knowledge.
Plato seriously intended this allegory as a representation of the state of ordinary human existence. We, like the people raised in a cave, are trapped in a world of impermanence and partiality, the realm of sensible objects. Entranced by the particular and immediate experiences these things provide, we are unlikely to appreciate the declarations of philosophers, the few among us who, like the escapee, have made the effort to achieve eternal knowledge of the permanent forms. But, like them, it would serve us best if we were to follow this guidance, discipline our own minds, and seek an accurate understanding of the highest objects of human contemplation."
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