We are born, are educated, get a job, find a partner, have a family, make enough money to stave off discomfort, live the constant struggle of existence, get old, weak and sad, and then die.
Man killing man, people starving while others watch, rape, death: It all seems so illogical, so pointless. Life must be the complete stupidity of existence itself. Therefore we need to create artificial meaning to prop up our petty lives. We depend on religion, which answers our questions by referring to another world that doesn’t exist but provides a so called reason for living. Some people survive through apathy and conformity, following the herd, not asking these questions. Suicide really is is the biggest statement of life’s pointless, meaningless trail.
The only purpose of existence left is life for life’s sake, accepting that we exist and that therefore we ought to make the most of it. Seize the day, reach for the stars, eat the peach and all those other clichÃ©s adorned by optimists. We must ignore the fact that when we are dead nothing will ever have mattered . It is vital, for our own mental stability and sanity. We must invent a moral, a theme, if none already exists.
As for me… the only thing that can keep me Â alive is a zombie apocalypse or world war 3.. perhaps then, life might have some meaning again and humanity will go back to its roots.. survival. Those two things will probably never happen in either in my lifetime or ever at all.
I’m on the edge.