What is it really? What is it about life that makes it worth it? I think it's only habit. And repetition of learned patterns taken from our surroundings. How can free will even be possible? A first breath leads to another, sucking air in and out right from our removal from the womb. It isn't beautiful- it's a horrific process. Medicine is the evil of mankind, our fragile human bodies dependent upon it to heal the wounds life feeds us, which would give us the freedom of death otherwise. My God it's a living nightmare- only levels of discomfort or comfort from the cradle to the grave. Children, adults, class levels, ethnicity, governments, society- all that divides us and puts us in competition with each other for survival. Marerial goods? Drugs? Sex?...there's always masturbation. Kindness?... a rarity at best in this sick world. All alone is all we are in the end; life is ultimately really a solitary experience. This world is a wasteland where we delude ourselves into thinking that a lifetime of suffering is worth a few sprinkled moments of wonderment in between. There is no true worth in living. Take the advice of those who try to say otherwise with a grain of salt.
Welcome to my world.
And fuck you, I don't need life insurance, thank you very much.
