It has been said that intelligent people are consistently morose.
I do not mean to call myself exceedingly intelligent, however, I know I’m smart in some ways, and so I believe this statement to be true.
I constantly batter my mind with questions as to why we exist, what good do humans do to our environment, to the world in which we thrive?
We do nothing. We harm, excavate, destroy, and rip apart the threads of life. We constantly mutate, change, and slowly kill other forms of life with every goal we perceive. We don’t adapt to our surroundings, we force our surroundings to adapt to us. We are ever present destroyers.
I look at myself and I wonder what in the fuck is my purpose. I may do good for humanity, but why should I? I carry a defeatist attitude, I’m pessimistic, I’m next to an Atheist when it comes to my so called “beliefs.” I don’t see the point in trying to continue on my own life when it puts so many other biological existence at a stand still. The emissions I contribute to, the people I hurt, the stupidity I am surrounded by… I justify this by the simple fact that in the end we all cease. There is always a close, an end, a malfunction, a death.
This is why if given the ultimate choice, I’d choose death. Death is something I know will always happen.
I embrace it.
