A lot of times people say live life for fun, for the experiences, etcetera. But what happens when we lose the admiration for the taste of sweetness, or lose the admiration of the ability to live and love? What happens when we lose all hope? What happens when we die . . .? When we die we're easily replaced, we're an expendable resource. When we die everyone moves one eventually, whether it be from an emotional standpoint or from the release of death, everyone moves on eventually and no one remembers our name. We spend our whole lives trying to be something but truth is: we probably never will be something. So I have trouble understanding; what's the point? Why live? Why go on if all that will happen is the forgetting of your life? Why live if we will never be something? Death seems like an unreasonable escape but when you look at the big picture all that will happen is the forgetting of you, the forgetting of your life and what you did. So let me ask you: why? Why live when all you feel is pain? Why live when you don't feel happy anymore, when nothing brings you joy? Just why? There are 7.6 billion people and they seem to be able to live happily and are well off without me; so let me ask you one more time: why? Why live when you've lost the ability to love, to be happy, to live? Why live when life is just a never ending circle of unhappiness and pain? Why live when life is a never ending circle of reprimand? Why? Just why? What happens when we die? Well let me tell you: we're forgotten. So what's the point of living if our actions won't live on, if our actions are just a drop in the ocean that is life? I just don't understand. I just don't . . . Why? My name won't go down in history, I won't be something like I strive to be. Why do we go on living our days like it means something, like we'll be something. I just don't get it. I just don't get why people live their days blissfully ignorant to truth. The truth that we don't matter. We're a speck of dust in the middle of a vast, vast universe. Our decisions mean nothing in the big picture of the the universe. So why? What is there to live for when my decisions mean nothing? What is there to live for when our thoughts and opinions mean nothing? What is there to live for when we mean nothing? So let me introduce you to a concept: death. It may seem uncouth and unreasonable but looking at the big picture it makes sense. The pain never alleviates, and you're forgotten, so death is not only an inevitable release, but it is a reasonable escape. Life is worthless, pointless, reprehensible, and painful. So why go on? Our opinions, thoughts, choices, and actions don't matter. So why go on? Why go on when all that there is, is pain and reprimand? Even if I were offered a life of only joy and happiness, I wouldn't accept it. What's the point of life if you only feel one emotion? With that logic what's the point of life if you only feel sadness? Why go on if you only feel sadness? Why live? There's no point in living in sorrow. There's no point in living in reprimand. There's no point in living the painful, reprehensible, and absolutely horrible torture we call life.
-Jack Smiley
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