The Undescribable Mystery; Life

Have  you ever thought about what would happen to the humanity in 60 000 years? Will we still be here? Will people be able to live the same way as we are today? Or at least those who aren’t struck by this hopelessness us depressed are in.

I have a theory. First, I wan’t to settle some things. I’m a realistic thinker and believe– No, don’t believe – I know we are here because of the evolution. I’m sorry to all those heavy religious people out there: I envy your dedication to Jesus, Allah, lions or whatever you believe in and trust, but I don’t understand how fictional or dead people can help me. Science and people are what matters to me. I think that religion is a way of putting a name on something we don’t have the ability to embrace - Why are we here? What happens after death? Does my life matter in any way? I think I’ve already  found the answer to the meaning of life, and spoiler alert to those weak souls out there; there is none. We are a part of this planet just like the dinosaurs, just like the water, just like the Ice Age (not the movies :)), just like the air. The only difference between a lion and us, is that we developed even further, and are still developing. I think our psychology is part of our evolution. We developed too far. We live in this weird mass of comfort for those of us who are lucky enough to have food (even though we can only afford McD’s), a house (even though it’s a cr*ppy one), a family (even though it sucks), education (even though we hate school). What the hell do we need all these things for? We only need food and water to survive, who the f*ck needs a couch or an Xbox 360 to survive? No one, but we’ve made our self believe that there is no life except the luxury we live in. What if our development stopped before we “invented” fire? What if we were still hunters – another animal in the jungle fighting for survival. We are only part of a small time period here on planet Earth, and it doesn’t matter if we marry the love of our life or graduate or whatever we wanna achieve – in the end, we’ll all be dead.

But that doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t enjoy life. I found that extremely difficult, first off being a teenager with a cr*ppy start at life: Divorced parents (a dad who lives in a totally different country with a new family, a mother who’s married to her work and admitted she never should have becomed a mother), genetically able for being bipolar, relativly poor grades etc. Nothing special to the human species. But on the other hand, I have people around me. I have a (dysfunctional) family, a (lazy) boyfriend who loves me, friends (not the long-lasting ones, but great ones) etc. Just because I don’t see the meaning of life anymore, why should I ruin the life of the people I love by ending mine? They would be devastated – and this is to EVERYONE in this forum: YOU WILL BE MISSED. You can’t deny that even how hard you try. Somewhere, someone is going to lay in his or hers bed feeling nothing but darkness inside of them and wondering what they did wrong. Hey, even Hitler fell in love, do you think your abusive mother, father, boyfriend or girlfriend, whatever, doesn’t have the ability to feel pain? Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Please suffer for those who don’t.

Emma