Sometimes I have one of those days where everything comes together just right and I feel so great about myself and my place in the universe. I think, THIS is why I'm alive...THIS is why life is worth it. But generally, I have the kind of day where little things stress me out, I'm unhappy with relationships in my life and I question what I'm doing and where I am. That's when I think, life is the most pointless drag. I'm not about to end it or anything, but sometimes I just don't get what the intent is.
Imagine, generations down the road...people will still be dicks, people will probably be more selfish than they are today (if that's possible) and people will just get worse. Ever notice most apocalyptical movies portray the general masses as weak and greedy? The special characters are always the rare few that still fight for good.
I read a quote today that said, "Living is a continuous learning process. The world is a fascinating place and the more you find out the more you want to find out." - Patricia Wennerstrom. What's the freaking point of learning things for the rest of your life? To die and take those answers underground to share with no one?
No wonder so many religions are big on the afterlife. How else can you make sense of life? I'm not trying to get into a religious debate with myself here, but shit son. If there is no heaven, what's the point?
