The Purpose

There are days where I come to terms with the idea that life is purposeless. Not in a negative sense. No. Actually in a go-get-it sense. I’m contemplating that maybe everybody should try to fill their days with their own truth or sense of purpose instead of waiting around for it to arrive. Purpose. The greater meaning of life.

I ask myself: Why are we here? I look around and it feels like we are bunch of primals running around like headless chickens making the same mistakes over and over again. Dating the same ass hole over and over again. Eating, smoking or drinking the same unhealthy shit day and night. The cravings. The unhealthy habits controlled by our freaked out emotions. Cravings…

We are torn between the two polars: Pain and Pleasure. We fear pain and lust for pleasure. Therefore our lives are constant struggles away form pain towards what pleases us. The hunt stresses us out and we die alone and many times in pain. It seems ridiculous. This fight. This struggle. Everybody is going to die. And even though we might be lucky to have loved ones around us when we draw our last breath, we are alone on that journey to the other side. All alone. but when death comes. You are going to be gone anyway. So why be afraid? When death is here, you are gone. Have no fear…

Good Night from The Hills