The prayers of many
Unanswered they shall remain
Because no one's there
Unanswered they shall remain
Because no one's there
I love my dog. My dog loves me. Probably more than my dog loves herself. That's a hard concept to wrap my head around. To love a living creature more than you love yourself. I'm sure it will be easier to understand if ever I have children. But for now it's a pretty insane idea. We're not related, we're not even the same species. It goes against every biological predisposition of self preservation and propagation of the species one may have. It's the only real form of altruism I can think of.
Therein lies the meaning of life. In that there is no meaning, other than what you give it. My dog has chosen to make the meaning of her life me. My life's meaning right now is the completion of my education. Beyond that, my life's meaningless. But only because I haven't given it a meaning yet. I'm sure I'll have many ambitions that I'll pursue and many more that I'll dash when the time comes. Those aspirations will add to my personal idea of what my purpose is. However, giving yourself a purpose does not constitute a purpose, per se. Confused yet?
I was too. But not as confused as you are. Trust me. I'll explain. There is a man who once asked someone he was about to kill, to pray to God. He gave his victim to be 30 seconds. If God gave this man a sign, he would refrain from murdering his target. Needless to say, the man doing the praying is no longer with us. The dearly departed must have assigned himself some self imagined purpose. But I can guarantee you that this self conceived meaning was not to hurt his family with his passing, be ridiculed by a psycho moments before his death or be made an example of on a blog. My point is this, if your purpose isn't your purpose, then what is your purpose? Nothing.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I'd like to travel. See the world. The Pyramids (Egypt and Mexico), the Great Wall, the Eiffel tower, etc. Not because they're beautiful, or because I want to have a unique experience. Simply because I want to see these infinitely ambitious Human constructs, as unfathomable as their creation maybe to my simple mind; then ponder their inconsequential insignificance in proportion to the vastness of the universe. Maybe I'll bring my dog.
Therein lies the meaning of life. In that there is no meaning, other than what you give it. My dog has chosen to make the meaning of her life me. My life's meaning right now is the completion of my education. Beyond that, my life's meaningless. But only because I haven't given it a meaning yet. I'm sure I'll have many ambitions that I'll pursue and many more that I'll dash when the time comes. Those aspirations will add to my personal idea of what my purpose is. However, giving yourself a purpose does not constitute a purpose, per se. Confused yet?
I was too. But not as confused as you are. Trust me. I'll explain. There is a man who once asked someone he was about to kill, to pray to God. He gave his victim to be 30 seconds. If God gave this man a sign, he would refrain from murdering his target. Needless to say, the man doing the praying is no longer with us. The dearly departed must have assigned himself some self imagined purpose. But I can guarantee you that this self conceived meaning was not to hurt his family with his passing, be ridiculed by a psycho moments before his death or be made an example of on a blog. My point is this, if your purpose isn't your purpose, then what is your purpose? Nothing.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I'd like to travel. See the world. The Pyramids (Egypt and Mexico), the Great Wall, the Eiffel tower, etc. Not because they're beautiful, or because I want to have a unique experience. Simply because I want to see these infinitely ambitious Human constructs, as unfathomable as their creation maybe to my simple mind; then ponder their inconsequential insignificance in proportion to the vastness of the universe. Maybe I'll bring my dog.
What the hell is this?
A mole or melanoma?
Goddamn skin cancer!
A mole or melanoma?
Goddamn skin cancer!
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