All of us were raised on the ideals that one day we would become famous actors, wealthy businessmen, revered philanthropists, successful musicians, filthy rich diamond mine managers, powerful politicians, unforgettable athletes, inquisitive thinkers, gods and goddesses made to be worshiped by those below us. We all had the hope that one day we’d be happy with everything we wanted. This is the world you and I live in: the lifestyle obsession, the race toward an Alpha Male, the materialistic consumerism, the life of strife and unsatisfactory results, the life of the slowly dying. We will continue this madness till we realize the truth on our deathbeds. Nothing will ever satisfy us. We can be that close to having it all, but it will only feel like having nothing at all. The human race is caught up in social standards, always worrying that people will judge them for what they do. They want to fit in, be “normal”, and have the privilege to look down at other people because they aren’t good enough. Everything has become very mechanical, lacking purpose and reason. Lets take politics as an example: the life of a politician is to earn money and power. They don’t understand the balance of human rights and government force. They only care about personal interests. The whole pace of human involvement is slowly declining, and we sit here trying to pretend it’s “ok”.
I had a recent talk to one of my friends. I asked him,
“What is the purpose of living?”
“Well, I guess people want to achieve certain things. There’s only 5 I can think of:
1. Go to college
2. Get a job
3. Get married
4. Have Children
5. Earn a meager salary to support yourself in retirement
Yeah, that’s all I can think of.”
“If this is the goal of humanity now, then there is absolutely no hope.”
I have come to an sudden conclusion. God has blessed me with an insightful vision of stupendous proportions.
We are the middle children of history without a great depression nor a great war. Our great war is the bellicose bloodthirsty beast within ourselves. Our great depression is our very lives.
You are not your Alma Mater.
You are not your education.
You are not your job.
You are not the car you drive.
You are not the money in the bank or the content of your wallet.
You are not the cosmetics you wear or the size of your cock.
You are not your children or your wife.
You are not the trophies on your decaying shelf.
And you’re not your fucking big-boy pants.
You are dilapidated and decaying just like all the rest of us, bidding your time on the earth and learning to enjoy the premature enlightenment. You are the filth and scum the bible foretells of, the fire that burned Sodom and the stones that slew Steven. Don’t kid yourself about life achievement, because all you are is worthless masses of hydrogen and oxygen, creating more greenhouse gasses, consuming more energy, filling more of the world with your waste. You are not special, you are not unique. You are like all the rest of us, so find your place in line. There is no hope, because everyone believes in it. Those that do believe that there is no hope do nothing, ensuring no hope. Man was created to destroy ourselves. Give up, you’re fighting a losing fight that nobody will remember. You think you’re all smart and know everything about what living means. Fuck what you know, you need to let go. The things you own end up owning you. It’s not after we lose everything that we’re free to do anything. Give up hope, resistance is futile.
If you are still reading then this warning is for you. Every word you read of the useless bytes, pixels, binary digits, and fine print is another second of your pathetic life. Don’t you have better things to do? Is your life honestly so empty that you honestly can’t think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all who claim it? Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think everything you’re supposed to think? Do you believe what you want to believe? Buy what you’re told to want? This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time. You are no different from those with terminal illnesses, because both of you will end up returning nitrogen and other vital nutrients to the earth. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Give up all your flaming worldly possessions. Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex.
Quit you’re daily lifeless jobs.
Start a fight.
Prove to yourself that you are still alive.
If you don’t claim your God given humanity you will become a statistic variable.
You have been warned.
But do what you like.