Ever just watchÂ pet fish? Watch them swim around in their bowl? Wonder if they are unhappy swimmingÂ in circles, seeing the same things, eating the same things, doing the same things? Does my fish, Flex, even know that my other fish, Murs,Â is in the bowl with him? Does he even notice the rainbow I put in their to help give them some scenery and something to swim through.Â Just like school,Â jobs, and sports are justÂ thrown into the world to giveÂ us something to do. TheÂ flowers,Â trees, and ‘mystical wonderlands’ are just scenery to spice upÂ the fact that we are just living in aÂ bowl.Â Oh, and that fish next to you doesn’t actually care. They are just there because they have to be. TheyÂ are just there to make the bowl less boring, and try to spice up your life.Â The saddestÂ part is the brutal facts. We just live in a bowl.Â A dirty, murkyÂ bowl. Some fish have cleaner bowls than others, some don’t have to swim in their ownÂ crap or suck up the disintegratedÂ food petalsÂ at the bottom. You just swim around and around and around in the same old bowl and no matterÂ what you do, or whereÂ you go orÂ who you see.. your hourglass is still only gonna lastÂ asÂ long as the sand is running. There is no pause, there is no restart or rewind. Most fish are oblivious to the fact that their life is pointless, that they are just there to make our lives a little bit more interesting. Is that what we are? Are we are just here just to make God’s life a little more interesting? Why not end it now? End the misery of the dreaded bowl? Take the jump, fall to the ground, suffocate. Break the social norm of a running hour glass. Grab a hammer and smash that hour glass before it has time to even think about what’s coming. Rebel. Break the social norm. Jump. End the misery. Leave. Get out of the bowl. See life throughÂ the oppositeÂ perspective, be the one looking over the bowl of life. Heaven? I don’t know about me, but I hope so. I really do.