Of late, the point of us living out our respective lives has eluded me. What are all of us doing in this world anyway; apart from taking in oxygen and giving out carbon dioxide that is?
Some carry out revolutionary biological research while others murder people. How is it different if you die at the age of 80 or are murdered when you are just 5? Nothing – you are equally helpless either ways.
I have food that I don’t like; a poor guy doesn’t have any food. The conclusion – we are going to be pissed off; one way or the other.
We fight for survival this whole life – to top the school; land up with the best job; earn loads of money. You name it and there are innumerable number of us willing to slug it out for the piece of shit. Some people go to banal 9-5 jobs others are making big bucks working day and night. At the end of the day, where does it all take us to? The crematorium or the cemetery.
We find a cure to a deadly disease and the next day a few more of them crop up. We use air-conditioners to keep us cool and the earth starts to warm up. I can’t help but think of us as a bunch of people as confused as the protagonist in Memento – setting inconsequential problems and targets for ourselves and going through the motions; just for the heck of it.
To sum up – what is life? Pointless. What is a plain sheet of paper? Pointless. What is this post supposed to be? Pointless. ;)