I’m nineteen years old. Yay, good for me. I have a whole life to live. And what a joy living can be.
“Living”, meaning going to school for x amount of years then work my ass off for x amount of years so I can have food to eat and a place to live. And then after all that hard work, I get to die.
I just don’t understand it. The whole ‘world’ thing. I mean, what if there was no world or universe? What would be in its place? Think really hard about that it’s a weird concept to ponder.
We, meaning people and plants and animals, we really have no purpose. We’re all in the same boat. We live, then die. Along the way we compete with each other, kill each other, humiliate each other, isolate each other. Get the idea? And for what? Instant gratification. Think of your last great personal achievement. No one is going to care after a while. Hell, unless you changed the world in some amazingly astounding way, someday no one’s even going to remember you at all. So what was the point?
Half the shit we do we’re not even going to remember down the road. I’m typing this right now…10 years from now who knows if I’ll even remember I wrote this. The jokes I told my mom today, the homework I didn’t do that seems so important right now, the dirty look someone gave me that hurt my feelings…all get lost in time. There’s really no point to feelings. Feelings die away. Feelings change. What pissed you off today might make you smile and laugh when you reminiscence about it later on. So what does it matter? Why give a fuck?
Feelings fade. I know this from first-hand experience. That strong sense of love and connection you feel for someone, it fades. I don’t want to hear otherwise. That’s why people cheat, that’s why people divorce. That’s why you liked one kind of music when you were young and you never listen to it now that you’re older. Instant gratification. What’s the point? There isn’t one.
Here I am: I’m alive. There are literally BILLIONS of people on this planet alone. Billions of people all caught up in their mini-dramas and mini-battles all failing to see the big picture. They may matter to someone for a split second in universe-time now, but they really mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. I’m one person in a world of billions. Think of that lottery machine you see on TV, the one with the all the numbered balls in the mixing drum that churns them up…you know what I’m talking about? Single out any one ball: how many other balls do you think it would come in contact with if there were seven billion balls mixing in there? A LOT. Ironically, I come in contact with very few people on a daily basis. Think about that. How many people do you come in contact with daily? Real contact, I mean. Whose life am I going to change? If you died today people would be sad, people would cry, people would want to die too. After a while all those feelings will fade and you will be a distant memory. What was your point?
It’s hard to live in today’s society when you don’t agree with it at all. One would think a planet of a species’ wouldn’t be at war with itself. This planet is doomed. Take a look around you and you’ll see several reasons why it’s doomed. Cars=pollution=bye bye air. Bye ozone layer! That ozone layer is mighty important. Does anyone give a shit? Not really that’s why it’s on its way to being a distant memory and we’re on a way to death. That’s just one example. Need more? Think of the water supply. The rainforest. The wars we fight because of nonsense that doesn’t even matter. There’s your proof. Why do we make it so hard for ourselves?
You name an issue today that’s oh so important, that needs to be resolved desperately and I’ll tell you why such an issue shouldn’t exist because it’s pointless. This whole planet is pointless. The whole thing "life has meaning" is a man-made idea. Nothing on Earth is getting better. No one is any closer to any answers. How can you find answers that don't exist? It's impossible. Nothing matters.
“Living”, meaning going to school for x amount of years then work my ass off for x amount of years so I can have food to eat and a place to live. And then after all that hard work, I get to die.
I just don’t understand it. The whole ‘world’ thing. I mean, what if there was no world or universe? What would be in its place? Think really hard about that it’s a weird concept to ponder.
We, meaning people and plants and animals, we really have no purpose. We’re all in the same boat. We live, then die. Along the way we compete with each other, kill each other, humiliate each other, isolate each other. Get the idea? And for what? Instant gratification. Think of your last great personal achievement. No one is going to care after a while. Hell, unless you changed the world in some amazingly astounding way, someday no one’s even going to remember you at all. So what was the point?
Half the shit we do we’re not even going to remember down the road. I’m typing this right now…10 years from now who knows if I’ll even remember I wrote this. The jokes I told my mom today, the homework I didn’t do that seems so important right now, the dirty look someone gave me that hurt my feelings…all get lost in time. There’s really no point to feelings. Feelings die away. Feelings change. What pissed you off today might make you smile and laugh when you reminiscence about it later on. So what does it matter? Why give a fuck?
Feelings fade. I know this from first-hand experience. That strong sense of love and connection you feel for someone, it fades. I don’t want to hear otherwise. That’s why people cheat, that’s why people divorce. That’s why you liked one kind of music when you were young and you never listen to it now that you’re older. Instant gratification. What’s the point? There isn’t one.
Here I am: I’m alive. There are literally BILLIONS of people on this planet alone. Billions of people all caught up in their mini-dramas and mini-battles all failing to see the big picture. They may matter to someone for a split second in universe-time now, but they really mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. I’m one person in a world of billions. Think of that lottery machine you see on TV, the one with the all the numbered balls in the mixing drum that churns them up…you know what I’m talking about? Single out any one ball: how many other balls do you think it would come in contact with if there were seven billion balls mixing in there? A LOT. Ironically, I come in contact with very few people on a daily basis. Think about that. How many people do you come in contact with daily? Real contact, I mean. Whose life am I going to change? If you died today people would be sad, people would cry, people would want to die too. After a while all those feelings will fade and you will be a distant memory. What was your point?
It’s hard to live in today’s society when you don’t agree with it at all. One would think a planet of a species’ wouldn’t be at war with itself. This planet is doomed. Take a look around you and you’ll see several reasons why it’s doomed. Cars=pollution=bye bye air. Bye ozone layer! That ozone layer is mighty important. Does anyone give a shit? Not really that’s why it’s on its way to being a distant memory and we’re on a way to death. That’s just one example. Need more? Think of the water supply. The rainforest. The wars we fight because of nonsense that doesn’t even matter. There’s your proof. Why do we make it so hard for ourselves?
You name an issue today that’s oh so important, that needs to be resolved desperately and I’ll tell you why such an issue shouldn’t exist because it’s pointless. This whole planet is pointless. The whole thing "life has meaning" is a man-made idea. Nothing on Earth is getting better. No one is any closer to any answers. How can you find answers that don't exist? It's impossible. Nothing matters.
