Life? (a logic I made up in English)

dreamer • 11 December 2012 at 3:31 PM

So... In English, we had to brainstorm what we thought life was like in the 1600's. Some people said there wasn't much medicine, so something as simple as a cold could kill some people.

Now people are also killed my things such as cancer, murder, car crashes, natural causes, etc. Still, those are part of life. (if you want to paraphrase, they're killed by life).

So... Would it make sense that *life* is a disease that hasn't been cured, since all of us are killed by it?
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Please discuss before I fail at life. XD

lucky_cricket • 11 December 2012 at 3:33 PM

@dreamer Life is the disease that can't be cured. everyone has it, and it will ultimately kill everyone that is not killed by some other sub-disease.

dreamer • 11 December 2012 at 3:59 PM

@Lucky_cricket Life can be a grade too... Because some succeed and others fail.

I guess life is. It just is. Lol.

jemmie • 11 December 2012 at 4:30 PM

@dreamer
Life is like homework. Never ending, and when it does, you don't seem to realize.

suikadaisuki84 • 12 December 2012 at 1:51 AM

Life is about living through negativity.
When one lives, there must be imperfections and problems. Life is filled with these things to let us learn and overcome things.

Without this life, no human can learn how to live. Because a perfect type of living in life has no problems and imperfections. Hence the word perfect does not exist in life because when it does, there's no "reason" to live.

Therefore life is about living through negativity.


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After reading ^^^ I think I don't make sense.
Nevermind.

hedwig68 • 12 December 2012 at 7:32 AM

Life is a game of chance. There are many roads to take, and many endings but nobody knows how it will actually turn out. There is chance of anything happening, whether it's good or bad. The question most people ask themselves is: Is this game worth playing?

celeste • 12 December 2012 at 7:48 PM

@dreamer

The way I see it, life is a euphemism for something ultimately pointless. Death is a painful truth, shutting you off from that beautiful lie. What is it all worth, anyway? Life is something we choose, they say we only live once, but, what does this 'once' mean? After death we won't remember, or need to, anyway. Life is a never-ending circle of suffering, cruel fate leading us to the needle-covered sunset.