People often wonder ‘why am I alive’ and ‘what’s the point in life’. I think the truth is, people aren’t intended to live. They certainly don’t deserve it.
What use has come of the human race in the last hundred years? They have invented more violent and effiecient ways to kill each other, and destroy the planet they live on. People nowdays are interested in nothing more than self gain, what are peoples goals in life? They want to become rich and/or famous so they can attempt to prove that thier existance isn’t just a piece of shit. They desperately scrabble up a tower of garbage, willing to do anything to be at the top, whilst using others as stepping stones and pulling those ahead of them down.
Everyday when I wake up, what do I have to look foward to? Working for people who don’t appreciate the amount of effort I put in? Playing or waiting for a stupid video game or movie? Talking and playing with my friends? Yeah, I guess the last of those things has merit. Shame that most people highly undervalue thier friends and don’t realise that the only ‘real’ enjoyment you can get out of life is from laughing with them.
I’ve no doubt that in thousands, perhaps hundreds, or even less, years. Humans will render Earth entirely uninhabitable, naturally at this point they’ll concieve a way to live elsewhere, but eventually, destroy that place too. Funny that.
It irritates me when I’m reminded of all this, as although I am quite clearly aware of it, it’s not a pleasant thing TO be aware OF. I much prefer when I can stupidly live my life like everyone else, blissfully ignoring the bad points and looking fowards to that new song, or book, or movie. What DID make me once again think of this, was my Sister having her house broken into whilst she was there alone, robbed of all her possesions, threatened, and attacked with a knife. She’s not seriously injured luckily, but I imagine things like that leave deeper scars on your mind, then your body.
And no, don’t worry, I’m not an emo. I don’t feel the need to wear my hair like a retard and listen to Linkin Park, nor do I feel any particular urge to jab myself with a sharp instrument. Emo people can go kill themselves for real as far as I’m concerned.
I’m sure I’ll be fine and dandy by my next post, back to complaining about silly things.