Hello, My Name is History
by Meaning in life?
Human life has always been a mystery. Why go through it if we’re just gonna kick the bucket in the end? Why do we get up in the morning? Why do we work our nine to five, being miserably lost in a neverending cycle of gain and loss? Why do we go along with all of society’s bullshit, constantly flowing through corrupt media and television? Why do we put up with all this, when we can end it all in one second?
If you really think about it, life is absolutely a fucking absurdity. There is no real reason to keep going. You may say its the connections with other people that make life worth living. Maybe it’s experiences that you go through, like jumping out of a plane or directing a big hollywood picture.
Set aside the select few, most people in this world go through life never wondering what is out there, never exploring under the surface. They sit in their living rooms, watching their t.v.’s, eating their microwave safe dinners, not doing ANYTHING. What a fucking waste.
How can anyone go through their lives not thinking about whats out there, not thinking about anything but what people tell them. There has to be more to this stale consumer money-driven world, there has to be something greater than this. I will never live like that, I cant.
“Un-being dead isn’t being alive”
-e.e. cummings
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