Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Negacion
It just seems so retarded, the entire notion of existence. We never made the choice to enter life, and given such a choice at least half the people alive now would opt out, knowing that the entire thing is futile. If so, why would suicide be a cardinal sin? Is a gift not willingly accepted still a gift? By right. But by human standards, throwing away that gift is completely acceptable as well. Seeing as how I should know by experience. However, we are not thinking of human moral standards, rather the cosmic rules. So I shall decline to comment further. It's just like the readers of this blog, for all I know (and care) they do not exist.
You may have heard the news of the person who got slashed from RJ. Sad story, that.
Promising life ahead with such great grades, and gets accosted and injured so badly for what? For a cheap ass phone and hand held cash. Like any GUY carries much cash with him anyway.
Even if the people who did this lost their lives, who lost more? Those people were probably useless anyway. Their damage to the prospects of such a promising person is worth more than that.
Hence, we can always see that those with more to lose will always lose more in the end. Take for example a rich dude and a poor dude. If both are slashed to death, obviously the rich dude stands to lose more. Death will equate all our lives. Though said rich dude probably can hire bodyguards to prevent such an event. Even so, such a life is meaningless in the face of Time.
So, people should start planning such that they have absolutely nothing left when they die so they can die laughing at the others who will soon lose their hard earned riches and stuff.
It's hard, but I think this is the best way to face death down.
I'm guessing that I have gone at least 85% crazy already from the fact that I actually believe what I wrote. Only a matter of time I guess. Though no one really cares I suppose, if not people might have noticed me wasting away slowly. And yes, physically.
Find me something I can find joy in please. Someone, somewhere.
You promised me the sunrise,
at 8:36 AM
