What the hell are we ?
Humans, I guess. But spiritually who are we ? Why do we live ?
Why the hell does “life” feel so…
I hate it.
What even is its meaning ?
According to Meriam-Webster,it is the condition that distinguishes
animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity
for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death.
This just feels even blander. Life cannot be defined, we don’t even know it (well I don’t and if
you do, great nobody cares). It is sooo repetitive. all day everyday the same routine, the same
people.. THE SAME LIFE.
Worst of all, WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE. NO EXCEPTIONS.
Everything we do, everything we make doesn’t count for shit.
Steve Jobs will probably be forgotten in over 50 years, so what about us ?
Most of us will be forgotten even before our death. When we’ll be old, moist and useless.
We won’t even exist. We’ll be in a prison, I mean retirement house…
So what is the point of living ?
Nobody cares about us, we only care about ourselves. We are all narcissists.
We live in such a world where everything should be centered in ourselves, not the others.
Why the hell am I writing such things, is it even necessary ?
And you, the reader. Why the hell are you still reading ?
You are wasting your time. Time is precious you know ?
Each seconds that passes won’t ever pass again.
You are not able to bring it back, and when you try to get
it back. Guess what ? another second disapeared, then a minute
and an hour and then WOUPS, A WHOLE YEAR SLIPPED.