Without a reason life ain’t worth living
At the end of the day, if one thinks hard enough, this thing, this one time bit at being human, flesh will end.
When confronted with that reality, you can go two ways: accept it and fuck it or make it count.
Making it count comes in different ways. But in the end, it comes to reason or what some call purpose. Someone once told me life doesn’t have to have a purpose. But that’s a partial lie. Whether you wish to be or not to be, you can’t go through it willingly without a sense of purpose.
May it be love, peace, joy, wrapped as causation, no one can make it through without purpose. Thus far, this realization is keeping me sane. As I live in a world that keeps worse and my goals are turned upside down with no happy ending in sight, this and this alone is keeping me here.
It can’t be for me something fleeting. People die, such as children, spouses, friends and family or they can one day just walk out on you. Your job outgrows you or you it. What about politics, values, whatever it is we embrace, fight for or against? In the end, as they sustain they also drain. Just look at every hero or whom we call hero of some sort. To fight for, write with or against, mending change, birthing the new. They too shift. A win here, a loss there or in the hereafter.
For me, it must be something lasting, something that is beyond me, you and the universe. Closer and closer I must draw near. Otherwise this is naught to me.
Life is just a piece of shit ain’t it!