THE DAILY POST
Friday, March 31, 2015
By Max Lister
They say that life is a beautiful thing, that it is the laws of the rational and the ideals of the irrational coming together to form one single, magnificent concept...A mystery that we have yet to unlock the purpose or key to...
They could never be further from the truth.
What is life? The rough, unnecessary, dirty, foul, tasteless progression of time upon our little planet. Oh, I know what you'll say. Children and family and weddings and birthdays and laughter and every other thing that just might happen to make it worthwhile. Well, they don’t happen to everyone. In fact, who’s to say that those things are what life's really about? Why are those moments the only ones we think about when it comes to life.
Life is never only the happy moments. A life with only happy memories would be no life at all. It would be a fantasy. A lie. Some false reality that a child not yet corrupted might think up when coloring a picture one day. And as each day passes, that child realizes the error of its own thinking. This world was never meant to be happy. We find those moments because we think that's the reward for our suffering.
To humans, or no more than slightly evolved animals as I should say, have one purpose in life. That purpose is to fulfill their wants and wishes before their 100 years or less on this piece of rock in the sky we call a planet is up. Bucket lists, dreams, wishes, whatever you want to call it, that is what we perceive our purpose to be.
What is it we really do? Form together in groups and waste our nights dancing away with people who won’t remember your name in the morning. That flirty blonde girl with the much-too-short-to-be-appropriate-dress that gave you her number? Do you really think she’s the one that you’ll spend the rest of your life with? Do you really think you’ll get anywhere past the cheap motel bed sheets?
Oh, but you see, you know these things already. You know those fantasies are just that: fantasies. You are rational enough to see this. But instead of going back home with your wits still about you, you proceed to court the girl anyway. Where will this night actually be getting you? Nothing. What sort of benefit, besides the control of your raging hormones, will you receive? Nothing.
So, is that the meaning of our lives? Nothing at all? It would seem so, if you look at the actions of the human race thus far. We do things for our own benefit and because it suits our fancy at the time. There is no master plan that we all know to follow. There is no destiny, fate, prophecy, nothing of the sort to guide us to what is really important.
And why is that? Because God forgot to give us the instruction manual to life? No, that’s not the reason.
We don’t have one because there isn’t one. Life has no purpose.
So I suppose it is only fitting that you spend your days partying it up with the friends that are only your friends because your accomplishments make them look good. Drink away the health of your liver, dance with a girl you will never meet again, eat food that won’t keep you eternally satisfied, have that last one night stand because your genitals were just a little too influential upon your mind that night.
Do all this before you turn to the dust from whence you came, because in the end, none of it matters anyway.
ns 15.158.61.54da2
