Friday, June 1, 2012
Living to Die
What is our purpose here? By here I mean here on this ball of gas floating in space. What exactly are we supposed to be doing?
Think about it for a second. The moment we are born and take our first breath...it is a countdown to our last breath. Some people have longer breaths than others and the others have breaths that are unusually short.
We grow...we love...we hate.. then we die.
So what is the purpose of our existence?
What exactly are we supposed to be doing here?
Are we supposed to be subjects to a God that no one alive or dead has ever seen? Or talked to?
Or are we supposed to rule ourselves?
Are we supposed to model our lives after a book written thousands of years ago by other men?
Or are we supposed to live our own lives the way we want to?
Who decided that we have to go by certain rules? Who decided who makes the rules in the first place?
What makes you better than me?
These are a few question I ask myself from time to time when I see people doing shit that I don't understand.
I ask these questions when I see someone who I consider too young to die, dies.
I ask these questions when I see some people having 5 or 6 kids that they don't want; while other people that desperately want kids cannot have them.
I ask these questions when I see some people work their fingers to the bone day in and day out until they take that last breath and end dying up with nothing; while some people don't do a damn thing their whole life and it seems as if they have the world at their feet.
I ask these questions when I see a person "do the right thing" forever and constantly get shitted on; while some people go through their lives doing the shitting and live a kings life.
This is that bullshit son.
I mean what's the use to try to live "right" when we are all waiting to take that last breath anyway?
What's the purpose?