Were I some inspirational master, I’d come up with all sorts of reasons why right now I feel more crap than I have in a long while. The truth is startlingly simple; life’s let me down once again. Yes this is emotional and epic, so read on if you feel like being depressed. You were warned.
Well that wave of happiness that appeared to me out of the blue a few days ago is gone. Reality came along. People say “don’t expect much from life if you don’t want to be disappointed”. This is useless, it’s like saying don’t shop for much unless you want to be hungry. I expect lots from life. Hell! It’s my life so why shouldn’t it be great? What good is it to know that someone else is happy when you are not? I'm a jealous bastard by default and I don’t care. I want to believe, I want to be in love, but I can’t do either and it’s just not fair.
Others of course blame bad luck and ill feeling on God. It’s nice to shift the blame on to the most unbelievable fiction that ever was. People need to realise there is no proven god; there is no excuse to live your life in a peaceful and civilised manner, people that use guns know this.
Some of the most fictional lies created by humans; God, Aliens and Love, have been designed to help us ignore the most basic of facts that every other organism on the planet knows instinctively. We drift through cold space on a rock, purposeless and alone, there is no point to life, no goals or game plan, and no rewards. Human religion provided us with violence of rival beliefs, resulting in so many pointless fucking wars. Aliens were created simply by lazy people, who think, as the definitive poster on Agent Fox Mulders wall pointed out “I want to believe”
Love creates violence too, anyone that’s ever been in it knows this, its not exclusively physical violence either. The self deluding belief promoted by marriage (another religious invention that’s doing very well) is that you are destined or even supposed to spend the rest of your life with someone. There is indeed a high price to pay for believing that some things, unproven in any sense, give life meaning and purpose.
I suppose my lack of good looks or mystical providence provides me with plenty of opportunity to write and believe these blatantly disgusting facts about humans. The truth is nothing is certain, so why spend evermore believing something pointless?
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