Life Will Kill You

There's this idea that there is something bigger out there, something watching over us. This idea is spread across the planet through so many means. It's spoken of in terms of God, it exists in fate, and people constantly talk about it as if eventually this "something bigger" will make everything better.

It's a really nice idea. I wish it were true. I just don't really have it in me to believe it. And, because of that, I want to try something that not enough people are willing to do. I want to present the other side of the argument.

People say that life is a gift. A gift is something given, regardless of desire, to someone. A gift can be loved or hated, and regardless of how it's received, it's given all the same. With almost any other gift, it can be returned, ignored, discarded, loved, or re-gifted. Life, however, does not fall into any of these categories. Life is a gift that is given, like most gifts, without any choice. The only option the receiver has, however, is to take that "gift," and learn to make it their everything. There is no choice in how its received. The only way out is death, but even in death, life was still a gift that the person lived with for as long as they were around.

So that moves me onto my counter argument to something bigger being out there. Call it God, call it Fate, but the idea is that there is something bigger out there, guiding us and giving us this gift of life and making sure everything turns out well in the end. If this is actually the case, then whatever it is that is "bigger" is a horrible, horrible creature. It gives this thing that it calls a gift to people, and it expects them to appreciate it. But let's look at the big picture, shall we?

People are terrible creatures. They kill each other without reason. They pollute, they steal, they murder, they rape, they reproduce to unimaginable levels, they spread disease, they withhold goods and services, they are corrupt, they are evil. And so this gift of life is given to humans, who are forced to exist within humanity, one of the most horrible species in the known universe.

And live we do. We go through the routines of life, committed to the false idea that everything will end up okay. In truth, nothing is ever okay. People get married wrapped up in the delusion of finding happiness when the reality of the situation is that 2/3 marriages end in divorce. People make friends in hope of searching for some form of connection, but in truth, these people are just as wrapped up as anyone else in making themselves happy over everyone else. People turn to God to find hope for something better than life, when in truth all they are doing is praying that this shit-hole of an existence isn't all that there is.

And so here's my counter argument to the idea that everything has purpose, that everything will eventually work out for everyone in the end. The only guarantee in life is this: One day you will die, and then, if everything was absolutely horrible and meaningless, at least it won't be that way any longer.