Lately I have just hated life. I have to go back to school tomorrow and I find absolutely no pleasure there. I'm failing chemistry, I hate my teachers and I'll probably be sent down the stupid guidance counselor for this paper. Here is the essay I have to do on the movie "It's a wonderful life" and how the world would be different if I never existed. I believe a lot of this animosity has been formulated from school.
How would the world be different if I had never been born? Well my shockwave is felt only within a small vicinity, and if lucky, it alleviates the family. I am not terribly important to anyone or anything and for the record, that is not pity that speaks but rather true and utter reason. Surely I have affected the people around me and vis-à-vis but would this world really miss me if it had never known I?d existed? If I never knew I existed?
We are meaningless, face the unbearable fact. Though we would like to think we do hold meaning, we simply don?t and won?t ever. We continually reject the idea to spare a glimpse in that direction of truth; the corner which shows us that we are nothing and insignificant. Ecclesiastes has unveiled this to us also about life and its vanity. In space and eternity, what meaning can exist? When eternity is forever, what can we be late for, early for? Things must be measured in finitude to hold any true value to us. We all must find some sort of meaning in our life or we?ll be dabbling in the mouth of madness. If we must lie to ourselves to believe that we have meaning to live through this life then so be it because a mind with a nihilistic view is surely aimed downward.
?Be positive? How could I possibly be positive on such a vast topic as existence that involves so many ranges of emotion that least favors levity? I have nothing to be positive about. Thankful for my existence would be blasphemy to my philosophies. Allow someone to take my place whom does not muster up such thoughts as I and who can live happily without wondering what he or she is within. I have stirred up something in my mind that will not be calmed. My soul aches from these facts and cannot be lead into anything that will send me astray of them.
Religion plays its part by giving us false hopes, giving us something to believe in, anything than having to look into that dark corner in which I lye prone. I?m not going to turn this into an ontological argument so I?ll leave the deity intact and for you to wonder. It?s just religion seems to be so farfetched yet so is this charade we call life. I won?t call myself a heathen or an atheist but rather an optimistic agnostic and someone who wishes that Christianity was true. Although there is too much proof of something of higher power than us that can create time, feeling, and substance to be ignored, total proof a god would then defeat the purpose of faith so some doubt must exist. Do you really think in the beginning there was nothing which exploded?
So I continue to wonder, trying to make sense of this enigma we call life; wailing to find some sense of sanity in the sinew of it all. Is this hell? Have these thoughts driven me into complete lunacy? Am I not ?normal? because of these thoughts of futility? I am hopeless about the future and regretful of the past but does that make me unfit for society? Just because of my creed it does not indicate whatsoever that I will take any measures to harm anyone or thing. No matter how much I loathe life, I still find something precious within it that I would defend with my own to save. Even though I live in misery there are others who don?t and what right do I have to take it from them?
Why am I like this? It is not because of happiness or misery; that trite circular set of emotion I have now surpassed. It is the general detestation of life itself that has sent me into this frenzy of sentiment. These thoughts are told only because my insanity will not allow me to keep them under lock and key. But now I am afraid that allowing these thoughts to be heard measures will be taken to try and cure my forever disease with trivial, careless doctors that I have seen a thousand times and fed them the same story then taken the same medication all for nothing. Perhaps this is just an eternal pity party at my residence to draw attention. Perhaps this ardor is for real; the beauty I could never describe. Listen to the silence.
Sometimes I wish I never did question reality, the world; it has disrupted my terribly vapid life. But when my redemption is at hand, what will it accomplish? Continue my postponed life of conformity and sin? With this depression I have taken off the blindfold which was a tourniquet to my real mind. Blind I saw the seen and reality as it is with a clear conscience and an unquestioning soul. When the blindfold was removed, I no longer saw the seen but rather the unseen and my soul was anxious for answers that this world could not supply.
I am lost, so lost in my mind that I cannot understand how reality still remains primary. In my cell, black and blue and shrouded in shadow, there is no hope, no crave, not anything but indifference. There is nothing to look forward to, look backward at. Memories that are in vain, empty love, superficial desires: just this zero that I live within. But after all I have said, after all that I have done, after all the brooding thoughts and possible hypothesis? that could be dreamed, after all the pain and suffering from the knowledge my mind has laid upon me, my catharsis does not escape me. From this telling only one axiom can escape me that will perfectly portray the loss of humanity in me: ?nothing?s essential.?
?Existence well what does it matter?
I exist on the best terms I can
The past is now part of my future
The present is well out of hand
Heart and soul, one will burn?
-Heart and soul,
Joy Division
How would the world be different if I had never been born? Well my shockwave is felt only within a small vicinity, and if lucky, it alleviates the family. I am not terribly important to anyone or anything and for the record, that is not pity that speaks but rather true and utter reason. Surely I have affected the people around me and vis-à-vis but would this world really miss me if it had never known I?d existed? If I never knew I existed?
We are meaningless, face the unbearable fact. Though we would like to think we do hold meaning, we simply don?t and won?t ever. We continually reject the idea to spare a glimpse in that direction of truth; the corner which shows us that we are nothing and insignificant. Ecclesiastes has unveiled this to us also about life and its vanity. In space and eternity, what meaning can exist? When eternity is forever, what can we be late for, early for? Things must be measured in finitude to hold any true value to us. We all must find some sort of meaning in our life or we?ll be dabbling in the mouth of madness. If we must lie to ourselves to believe that we have meaning to live through this life then so be it because a mind with a nihilistic view is surely aimed downward.
?Be positive? How could I possibly be positive on such a vast topic as existence that involves so many ranges of emotion that least favors levity? I have nothing to be positive about. Thankful for my existence would be blasphemy to my philosophies. Allow someone to take my place whom does not muster up such thoughts as I and who can live happily without wondering what he or she is within. I have stirred up something in my mind that will not be calmed. My soul aches from these facts and cannot be lead into anything that will send me astray of them.
Religion plays its part by giving us false hopes, giving us something to believe in, anything than having to look into that dark corner in which I lye prone. I?m not going to turn this into an ontological argument so I?ll leave the deity intact and for you to wonder. It?s just religion seems to be so farfetched yet so is this charade we call life. I won?t call myself a heathen or an atheist but rather an optimistic agnostic and someone who wishes that Christianity was true. Although there is too much proof of something of higher power than us that can create time, feeling, and substance to be ignored, total proof a god would then defeat the purpose of faith so some doubt must exist. Do you really think in the beginning there was nothing which exploded?
So I continue to wonder, trying to make sense of this enigma we call life; wailing to find some sense of sanity in the sinew of it all. Is this hell? Have these thoughts driven me into complete lunacy? Am I not ?normal? because of these thoughts of futility? I am hopeless about the future and regretful of the past but does that make me unfit for society? Just because of my creed it does not indicate whatsoever that I will take any measures to harm anyone or thing. No matter how much I loathe life, I still find something precious within it that I would defend with my own to save. Even though I live in misery there are others who don?t and what right do I have to take it from them?
Why am I like this? It is not because of happiness or misery; that trite circular set of emotion I have now surpassed. It is the general detestation of life itself that has sent me into this frenzy of sentiment. These thoughts are told only because my insanity will not allow me to keep them under lock and key. But now I am afraid that allowing these thoughts to be heard measures will be taken to try and cure my forever disease with trivial, careless doctors that I have seen a thousand times and fed them the same story then taken the same medication all for nothing. Perhaps this is just an eternal pity party at my residence to draw attention. Perhaps this ardor is for real; the beauty I could never describe. Listen to the silence.
Sometimes I wish I never did question reality, the world; it has disrupted my terribly vapid life. But when my redemption is at hand, what will it accomplish? Continue my postponed life of conformity and sin? With this depression I have taken off the blindfold which was a tourniquet to my real mind. Blind I saw the seen and reality as it is with a clear conscience and an unquestioning soul. When the blindfold was removed, I no longer saw the seen but rather the unseen and my soul was anxious for answers that this world could not supply.
I am lost, so lost in my mind that I cannot understand how reality still remains primary. In my cell, black and blue and shrouded in shadow, there is no hope, no crave, not anything but indifference. There is nothing to look forward to, look backward at. Memories that are in vain, empty love, superficial desires: just this zero that I live within. But after all I have said, after all that I have done, after all the brooding thoughts and possible hypothesis? that could be dreamed, after all the pain and suffering from the knowledge my mind has laid upon me, my catharsis does not escape me. From this telling only one axiom can escape me that will perfectly portray the loss of humanity in me: ?nothing?s essential.?
?Existence well what does it matter?
I exist on the best terms I can
The past is now part of my future
The present is well out of hand
Heart and soul, one will burn?
-Heart and soul,
Joy Division