Ask me what I want in life and that becomes a conundrum
Maybe to live good and expire in a loved one’s bosom
Just maybe or maybe not
What do you live for my dear gentle reader?
Maybe I need fourteen companies,twelve cars and a Labrador retriever
A luxurious house and a loving family
Maybe to be a grey haired grandparent with my offspring around like an army
Maybe nothing at all
Maybe everything
But wait, what’s the point of it all?
What if you just die?
What if we live for no reason at all
Maybe we’re born to drown in afflictions,swim in success and pass out poorly or peacefully, either either one
What if you disappear when you die?
Maybe death is the birth to a new life
Who knows? Just maybe
Maybe those who die here are safe in galactic habitable zones
Somewhere, just somewhere that our tiny brains can not comprehend
Maybe the awareness of our impending mortality is the most influence force on our experience of life
What about the abstractions that live in our heads?
Those dreams that give us unbelievable favorable odds of hope?
The limbo journeys, the psychedelic experiences and hallucinations
Those out of body experiences that make us think we’re part of something big and significant
Maybe we are,maybe we’re not
Could it be that life is actually meaningless that the universe is irrational and indifferent and that humanity is nothing but just a cosmic joke?
Because how can I be caught in this perpetual cycle of feeling good today,better tomorrow and to feeling suicidal the over morrow?
When we look at the repetitiveness of our lives and this culturally accepted path that we are all expected to take from birth to the grave, makes one wonder and think, what’s the point?
There happens to be someone out there somewhere living some version of seemingly worst case scenario from many of us. A life without electricity,technology and to a great many other things,unaware of this literature even and perhaps a huge portion of the happenings of this world.
And there’s you and yeah of course me, atoms, “stuff” as Wright put it,stuff so completely organized across thresholds of stuff-complexity that is able to reflect upon its stuff-ness,and what an extraordinary thing it is to be alive, unaware that it’s aware that it’s alive. But from the complexity comes the love and beauty and meaning that constitutes the life that we live.
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