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The everchanging mistery of life shapes many minds and their ideas of why we exist. Why we are here.
But should the ones so puzzled by the enigma of life be really so concerned about why we are here, but what we are meant to do?
Our purpose, so it seems, is to destroy wildlife and the planet. We think of ourselves as the most intelligent creatures on the planet, but if there is any truth in that, why do we cause it so much harm?
Life is, as I said, a puzzle beyond that of the simple knowledge of a scientist.
We are born. We spend the first months of our lives as pathetic babies, almost devoid of any apparent intelligence. We then move on into infants, and life seems like a barrel of laughs. Then school starts. Day in, day out of study and boredom, our only free time occupied with homework.
Then we move on to work. Again, day in, day out we suffer the same torture. Until we are 65 years old.
Then we retire. Some of us might actually persue dreams of a happy life at this point, but most end up spending day after day in an arm chair, sipping tea and eating digestive biscuits whilst watching daytime television. And then we die. And it's over.
Why?
A good age to which a person might live until is about 80. 65 of those years are spent working. 15 are spent wasting away.
Surely there must be something more than this?
And if there is, I want to find it.
As Basil Fawlty once said, "Zoom! There's yer life mate! Do I get another one? No, sorry, that's yer lot".
But should the ones so puzzled by the enigma of life be really so concerned about why we are here, but what we are meant to do?
Our purpose, so it seems, is to destroy wildlife and the planet. We think of ourselves as the most intelligent creatures on the planet, but if there is any truth in that, why do we cause it so much harm?
Life is, as I said, a puzzle beyond that of the simple knowledge of a scientist.
We are born. We spend the first months of our lives as pathetic babies, almost devoid of any apparent intelligence. We then move on into infants, and life seems like a barrel of laughs. Then school starts. Day in, day out of study and boredom, our only free time occupied with homework.
Then we move on to work. Again, day in, day out we suffer the same torture. Until we are 65 years old.
Then we retire. Some of us might actually persue dreams of a happy life at this point, but most end up spending day after day in an arm chair, sipping tea and eating digestive biscuits whilst watching daytime television. And then we die. And it's over.
Why?
A good age to which a person might live until is about 80. 65 of those years are spent working. 15 are spent wasting away.
Surely there must be something more than this?
And if there is, I want to find it.
As Basil Fawlty once said, "Zoom! There's yer life mate! Do I get another one? No, sorry, that's yer lot".
Hmm.
Been thinking about jobs a bit recently.
There's the average office job that's good because you have fun while there.
Then there's the job you love doing.
Both seem pretty rare, but life seems like a long slow drag with neither.
What to do, what to do...
Been thinking about jobs a bit recently.
There's the average office job that's good because you have fun while there.
Then there's the job you love doing.
Both seem pretty rare, but life seems like a long slow drag with neither.
What to do, what to do...
Yes you spend most of your life working. The moral of this story is get a job you enjoy, make friends at work, and have a good laugh while your there.
Apart from that be selfish, do stuff YOU like not stuff other people want you to like. Read good books, listen to good music, play games, enjoy sex, never feel guilty, get drunk, do stuff you like, don't waste your time.
It tough growing up and realise somethings you have always believed just aren't true. Finding out that actually your never gonna be everything you wanted to be. I always wanted to be tall and slim and have small boobs, instead I'm short and curvy.
Find someone to love. That helps a lot. Don't be ashamed who you love, If its mutual love with a consenting adult its fine, Sex, Race, whatever, it doesn't matter if your happy.
It boils down to this, yes we have a limited time to be alive, but that time is ours to do what we want with. It should be an exicting prospect, sometimes its too easy to get caught up in the little things to realise that.
Sometimes you have to do something spontaneous to remind yourself that you are alive.
Apart from that be selfish, do stuff YOU like not stuff other people want you to like. Read good books, listen to good music, play games, enjoy sex, never feel guilty, get drunk, do stuff you like, don't waste your time.
It tough growing up and realise somethings you have always believed just aren't true. Finding out that actually your never gonna be everything you wanted to be. I always wanted to be tall and slim and have small boobs, instead I'm short and curvy.
Find someone to love. That helps a lot. Don't be ashamed who you love, If its mutual love with a consenting adult its fine, Sex, Race, whatever, it doesn't matter if your happy.
It boils down to this, yes we have a limited time to be alive, but that time is ours to do what we want with. It should be an exicting prospect, sometimes its too easy to get caught up in the little things to realise that.
Sometimes you have to do something spontaneous to remind yourself that you are alive.
I suppose it depends on what your looking for?..
If your looking for answers for the sake of answers, your just wasting your time.
If your looking for answers for the sake of answers, your just wasting your time.
Have some fun, that's all that matters.
Don't get stuck in that crappy job for your whole life.
Don't get stuck in that crappy job for your whole life.
The everchanging mistery of life shapes many minds and their ideas of why we exist. Why we are here.
But should the ones so puzzled by the enigma of life be really so concerned about why we are here, but what we are meant to do?
Our purpose, so it seems, is to destroy wildlife and the planet. We think of ourselves as the most intelligent creatures on the planet, but if there is any truth in that, why do we cause it so much harm?
Life is, as I said, a puzzle beyond that of the simple knowledge of a scientist.
We are born. We spend the first months of our lives as pathetic babies, almost devoid of any apparent intelligence. We then move on into infants, and life seems like a barrel of laughs. Then school starts. Day in, day out of study and boredom, our only free time occupied with homework.
Then we move on to work. Again, day in, day out we suffer the same torture. Until we are 65 years old.
Then we retire. Some of us might actually persue dreams of a happy life at this point, but most end up spending day after day in an arm chair, sipping tea and eating digestive biscuits whilst watching daytime television. And then we die. And it's over.
Why?
A good age to which a person might live until is about 80. 65 of those years are spent working. 15 are spent wasting away.
Surely there must be something more than this?
And if there is, I want to find it.
As Basil Fawlty once said, "Zoom! There's yer life mate! Do I get another one? No, sorry, that's yer lot".
But should the ones so puzzled by the enigma of life be really so concerned about why we are here, but what we are meant to do?
Our purpose, so it seems, is to destroy wildlife and the planet. We think of ourselves as the most intelligent creatures on the planet, but if there is any truth in that, why do we cause it so much harm?
Life is, as I said, a puzzle beyond that of the simple knowledge of a scientist.
We are born. We spend the first months of our lives as pathetic babies, almost devoid of any apparent intelligence. We then move on into infants, and life seems like a barrel of laughs. Then school starts. Day in, day out of study and boredom, our only free time occupied with homework.
Then we move on to work. Again, day in, day out we suffer the same torture. Until we are 65 years old.
Then we retire. Some of us might actually persue dreams of a happy life at this point, but most end up spending day after day in an arm chair, sipping tea and eating digestive biscuits whilst watching daytime television. And then we die. And it's over.
Why?
A good age to which a person might live until is about 80. 65 of those years are spent working. 15 are spent wasting away.
Surely there must be something more than this?
And if there is, I want to find it.
As Basil Fawlty once said, "Zoom! There's yer life mate! Do I get another one? No, sorry, that's yer lot".