Thursday, June 16, 2005
Reflections under the moonlight
Night
A time when everything suddenly hits you.
"What am I doing here?"
"What's the meaning of life?"
"What am I living for?"
Lots of questions, no answers. We're just insignificant, wandering souls, going about with our own agendas, of which is probably questionable.
"I want to be rich! I want to earn lots of money! I also want to get a good job, have a sense of achievement, be recognised and famous."
And then? You'll buy a big car, a big house, eat expensive food, go on long holidays, and at the end of the day, have a really big, elaborate funeral, where a lot of people come to pay their last respects.
But you are already dead.
"I want to experience life, it's thrills and excitement. I want to see places, explore the frontiers of space."
And then? So what? After you've seen them, does it make a difference? Enriched your life did you say? Ahuh... It's just memories of the past. That's all it will be. At the end of the day you'll join those before you buried 6 feet underground. Or have your ashes stored in a little shelf somewhere around Mt. Vernon.
"I want to have a stable, close knitted, loving family, with a dotting husband / devoted wife, and lots of adorable kids."
Considering how fragile human relationships are, how long can it last for? Today lovers, tomorrow enemies. And even if you manage to do what 99% of the people fail to do, and pull off this stunt, 40-50 years down the road, someone will have to go. So much for your happy family. Pain is all that is left. Pain and happy memories, which will bring only more pain when you dwell back on them.
Wow. What a beautiful picture. Meaningless.
So what are we living for? I scan the stars in search of an answer. And this thought sure does serve a terrifying purpose of destroying any shred of happiness...
- Emptiness - 6/16/2005 10:56:00 pm
