We are all inherently narcissistic specie. We all have a
sense of grandeur that we take for granted each day; the sense that we matter.
We are all somebody and the each thing that we do or say or feel matters.
Honestly, I don't think any of it does amount to much
really. Things in the world are always going to happen even if we do not go out
of our ways to craft our destiny. Sure there are a bunch of image quotes out
there that would preach to you otherwise. The "You are the Master of your
own Destiny" bull crap. Do you actually think any of that is true?
How many of us can truly say that they have always wanted to
be where they are right now in life? Did you actually hope to have this dead
end job? Or live in that garbage dump of an apartment? Or have such a
destructive relationship with your folks? Or such a prick of a spouse? No one
plans on getting screwed by life. It just happens. Some Master of Destiny we
are.
We are all just specks of dust in the grand scale of things.
And by that I am in no ways proposing the theory that there is some grand plan
for all that is happening around us. Really? What was the grand plan in a four
year old girl getting violated by a tire wrench? Or when a douche bag wins a jackpot
only to drink himself to death?
There is no grand plan to anything. You are no master of
your own destiny. Things are, just because they are. You can only pretend to
have any semblance of control over it. But in just a fraction of a second, your
life as you know it can be turned upside down without you even realizing it.
The best that anyone can really hope for is to be able to
live a decent life, be good to each other, not make many enemies, and die
knowing that you've known true joy during you existence on this planet. I could
add love to that equation, but I guess that is a conversation for a different
time altogether. Love as its defined now, doesn't really exist. Love is just
best form companionship that does not depend on some sort of greed. If it does,
it isn't love.
I won't pretend to know what the whole point of our
existence is. But I will surely say this much that. Our life doesn't have to
mean anything. And if we keep fixating on giving it a meaning. All we would be
accomplishing is watching the days go by and suddenly we are a bunch of 80 year
olds with a lot of unfulfilled dreams.
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