The point to our indiferent and ultimately useless life

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I take a look into what is the point of life... its not boring here is a sneak peek:

We live, we work, we fight for a society that is not our own. We work towards a future in this gated civilization. We are trapped and will never explore beyond our realms of the known and the ‘unknown’. We study, but in reality we are learning made up explanations for things that are out of our control. We wear a fake coat of authority and knowledge for we do not know our true origin and nature. We live in a planet that we call our own, that has lived an indefinable amount of ‘time’. We have no clue as to what came before us and what will come after... (continued)

Submitted: January 14, 2014

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These are the "Reflections of a self-declared teenage dissapointment" part 1

What is the point of life?

I ramble about it, I spend my time discussing and debating ‘the point’ of our existence. We live, we work, we fight for a society that is not our own. We work towards a future in this gated civilization. We are trapped and will never explore beyond our realms of the known and the ‘unknown’. We study, but in reality we are learning made up explanations for things that are out of our control. We wear a fake coat of authority and knowledge for we do not know our true origin and nature. We live in a planet that we call our own, that has lived an indefinable amount of ‘time’. We have no clue as to what came before us and what will come after. Is this not ‘weird’? Or perhaps what is our definition of ‘normal’? It is something that is predominant in our brains, teachings that have been passed down through the years. But why do we not wonder the source of it all? Is it even reliable? Who instructed us to behave in such ways? These definitions of beauty and blindness, they follow us. And if we sit to think, we spend all our lives in this society, living by its predetermined rules. We are taught to ‘think outside the box’ but we have not considered that outside of that box there is yet another, so we are infinitely trapped in these ‘boxes’ and we don’t even know how we got inside it in the first place. There are men who wake up every day to work for their family, for society. But in reality we are working for nobody, our accomplishments stay within ourselves and we all eventually die. And so what was the point to all our work? It was just 80 ‘years’ that we spend developing ideas and getting an ‘education’ but at the end, it doesn’t matter if you were poor or rich, dumb or smart, beautiful or ugly, we all end up buried under the same ground we walked on. And so new people are born, to take our ideas, to enhance, to better, to work even harder, and to walk over the same soil we did, except that this time, they’re walking on us too. Because I think that is part of the point that someday someone will walk over you too. But it doesn’t matter what we do after we die, hell! Our bodies are completely useless, but it all lies in how we are remembered, although we won’t even live to see it. So IS there a point to life? No, it all forms part of this vicious circle of lives and deaths that all have the same ultimate end. 

-Patricia Hernandez


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