Mamiamato24
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I've been living differently lately. In my head.
Every experience, every moment, how can I enjoy this when my life is so short? When everything is so transient? Oh, look at them having the time of the life. Too bad it's going to be over. And they're going to die. Doing anything in which you are consciously aware of the passing of time, is time wasted. Hours destroyed. Closer and closer to dying. Yesterday, I felt unfulfilled when I went to bed. Yesterday was not worth living. Many days are not worth living.
We prepare for the days we are the worst our whole lives. We study to get jobs, we get jobs to get money, we get money to save it, we save money for our retirement. The point of living has been vanquished by then essentially. No longer young and free, no longer do we live in a boundless world. Why would I want to live when my days are numbered more shortly than ever before? Isn't living with an especially acute sense of time passing not living at all?
Do our whole lives build up to that singular moment that makes everything else in our live worth it? Even if that moment is just as transient as everything else, but this time around, we can't tell. But we know the clock keeps ticking without us noticing. We know that the world keeps turning, people keep forgetting, remnants keep getting destroyed, when we're not there. When we're nothing but matter.
Our legacy could only survive for so long, until all traces of our existence have been vanquished. Some, those remnants stick around for longer than most people, but that doesn't quantify their immortality. Does living a good life means leaving the largest mark on society that we possibly can? Extending our reach as far as a singular human possibly could? To be remembered for the longest possible time? All the people that have died in our history and that have left legacies will have their legacies live far beyond their conscious lives. But eventually, even if it takes a googol years, there won't be anyone, or anything, to remember you.
Then how are some people content with the minimal mark they leave on the planet? Maybe two or three children, and the relation to some others...what could have influenced such a craving to make such a difference in the world? Is it because we don't want to be bound by our finite lifepsans? Even though we know that everything we can fathom is finite, and no longer how short or long that value may represent, everything is still infinitely shorter than infinity. Is it because we've invested so much of us to try and understand us, our surroundings, our home? Even though there are just some things we'll never understand because we are bound by how we exist. Maybe it's because how interconnected our whole world has become. With the birth of the internet, it has become easier than ever before to communicate with people from all across the globe. And maybe we want the limelight on ourselves because we are jealous when we see the limelight on others, for accomplishing the things that require the most minimal effort. Even just existing, and someone happening to take a picture of you at a store, can instantly make you a celebrity. And why is being a celebrity so appealing? Is it because we seek to find our fulfillment in the lives of others? When their lives are so consumed with you. Is it the sense of changing the lives of others? Shouldn't we be more concerned with our own fulfillment?
They say that the more you have and the more you see, the more you want. So shouldn't we be exposing ourselves to the least we could? And with such an interconnected world, this is more prominent than ever. From multi-millionaires becoming bankrupt, to others seeking fulfillment in the chemicals that allow them to feel differently. So do any of them really feel fulfilled anyway? Since they are always seeking for more than they have, or something that makes them feel different than they are, even though an average person is incredibly envious of them, and would think they would be completely sated with all the riches celebrities have, even though they won't. Eventually, they would get consumed in all the cash, and their incredible downwards spiral would commence sooner than anticipated.
That's another thing I don't understand. How our whole existence is dependent on intrinsically worthless paper (or plastic) we call money. Shouldn't it be a basic right that every human should get what they need to survive, regardless of how much of this they have? There are many other rights that have been created, and yet, the most fundamental of them all has been overlooked. We are allowed to marry people the same sex of us, we are allowed to own firearms in some places, we are allowed to receive an education, but we are only allowed to do so. There are minimal rights that state we must do something that, at least, is something as important as basic necessities. Some people say we overestimate how horrible our world is. I believe we greatly underestimate it, which brings up the question if we were supposed to turn our like this. If humans were supposed to discover electricity, if humans were greedy all along, if we were supposed to find ways of exploiting the materials we were presented with to create the fundamental system we all live upon. Were we supposed to turn out like this? Or did we end up like this by some accident that ordained us to such a wicked reality. A reality of lies, of concealing, of trying to superficially deceive and please the population. All in the name of the worthless paper I discussed earlier, in the hopes that this money will provide them with any sort of internal fulfillment. Which is not the case. We have all been so distraught from the path of living, we have all been so immersed, we have all been desiring all the wrong things. We have been searching for our fulfillment in all the wrong places. Then again, where is such a place in such an infinitely not infinite world?
What a wicked place we live in.
Every experience, every moment, how can I enjoy this when my life is so short? When everything is so transient? Oh, look at them having the time of the life. Too bad it's going to be over. And they're going to die. Doing anything in which you are consciously aware of the passing of time, is time wasted. Hours destroyed. Closer and closer to dying. Yesterday, I felt unfulfilled when I went to bed. Yesterday was not worth living. Many days are not worth living.
We prepare for the days we are the worst our whole lives. We study to get jobs, we get jobs to get money, we get money to save it, we save money for our retirement. The point of living has been vanquished by then essentially. No longer young and free, no longer do we live in a boundless world. Why would I want to live when my days are numbered more shortly than ever before? Isn't living with an especially acute sense of time passing not living at all?
Do our whole lives build up to that singular moment that makes everything else in our live worth it? Even if that moment is just as transient as everything else, but this time around, we can't tell. But we know the clock keeps ticking without us noticing. We know that the world keeps turning, people keep forgetting, remnants keep getting destroyed, when we're not there. When we're nothing but matter.
Our legacy could only survive for so long, until all traces of our existence have been vanquished. Some, those remnants stick around for longer than most people, but that doesn't quantify their immortality. Does living a good life means leaving the largest mark on society that we possibly can? Extending our reach as far as a singular human possibly could? To be remembered for the longest possible time? All the people that have died in our history and that have left legacies will have their legacies live far beyond their conscious lives. But eventually, even if it takes a googol years, there won't be anyone, or anything, to remember you.
Then how are some people content with the minimal mark they leave on the planet? Maybe two or three children, and the relation to some others...what could have influenced such a craving to make such a difference in the world? Is it because we don't want to be bound by our finite lifepsans? Even though we know that everything we can fathom is finite, and no longer how short or long that value may represent, everything is still infinitely shorter than infinity. Is it because we've invested so much of us to try and understand us, our surroundings, our home? Even though there are just some things we'll never understand because we are bound by how we exist. Maybe it's because how interconnected our whole world has become. With the birth of the internet, it has become easier than ever before to communicate with people from all across the globe. And maybe we want the limelight on ourselves because we are jealous when we see the limelight on others, for accomplishing the things that require the most minimal effort. Even just existing, and someone happening to take a picture of you at a store, can instantly make you a celebrity. And why is being a celebrity so appealing? Is it because we seek to find our fulfillment in the lives of others? When their lives are so consumed with you. Is it the sense of changing the lives of others? Shouldn't we be more concerned with our own fulfillment?
They say that the more you have and the more you see, the more you want. So shouldn't we be exposing ourselves to the least we could? And with such an interconnected world, this is more prominent than ever. From multi-millionaires becoming bankrupt, to others seeking fulfillment in the chemicals that allow them to feel differently. So do any of them really feel fulfilled anyway? Since they are always seeking for more than they have, or something that makes them feel different than they are, even though an average person is incredibly envious of them, and would think they would be completely sated with all the riches celebrities have, even though they won't. Eventually, they would get consumed in all the cash, and their incredible downwards spiral would commence sooner than anticipated.
That's another thing I don't understand. How our whole existence is dependent on intrinsically worthless paper (or plastic) we call money. Shouldn't it be a basic right that every human should get what they need to survive, regardless of how much of this they have? There are many other rights that have been created, and yet, the most fundamental of them all has been overlooked. We are allowed to marry people the same sex of us, we are allowed to own firearms in some places, we are allowed to receive an education, but we are only allowed to do so. There are minimal rights that state we must do something that, at least, is something as important as basic necessities. Some people say we overestimate how horrible our world is. I believe we greatly underestimate it, which brings up the question if we were supposed to turn our like this. If humans were supposed to discover electricity, if humans were greedy all along, if we were supposed to find ways of exploiting the materials we were presented with to create the fundamental system we all live upon. Were we supposed to turn out like this? Or did we end up like this by some accident that ordained us to such a wicked reality. A reality of lies, of concealing, of trying to superficially deceive and please the population. All in the name of the worthless paper I discussed earlier, in the hopes that this money will provide them with any sort of internal fulfillment. Which is not the case. We have all been so distraught from the path of living, we have all been so immersed, we have all been desiring all the wrong things. We have been searching for our fulfillment in all the wrong places. Then again, where is such a place in such an infinitely not infinite world?
What a wicked place we live in.