There’s gotta be More to LIFE than this…

I am confronted with what some might call a mid-life crisis.

I have been waking up everyday with the sickening, sinking feeling that there is gotta be more to life than this…

Day in and day out the same incredible amount of shit on repeat. Nothing fucking changes. People don’t fucking change.

We keep civilizations tied to 2000, 3000, even 5000 year old religions to which we cling to; as a way of filling the void of an empty existence.

We pray to an invisible god that never seems to listen or care to answer, and we get these guys, these representatives, that preach that it is all because of some hidden purpose…

Bullshit!

We see pain as suffering every day and we are supposed to have… Faith?

What an incredibly stupid consolation price!!

Are we supposed to endure when we see a new baby born with Cancer? What is the fucking purpose?

We see people, praying, going to chuches, synagogues, temples pretending to believe in the words that were written a long time ago and that no longer hold any meaning. Then they go home with a brand new clean continence ready do do more harm and produce more hate… Until next week.

Absolution, what a great concept!

We wage wars against each other, supposedly, because of beliefs. It’s not true.

The wars are fought because of one belief. The belief in wealth. The haves against the have-nots.

Don’t believe otherwise, people don’t fight over invisible, omnipresent, omnipotent shit. They want to have what you have and they will kill you for it.

HATE, HATE, HATE

We see it plastered now, in so many different ways. We hate because we are black, red, yellow, white. We hate because of what we know, we hate because of where we come from, we hate because we are too many, we hate because there is not enough…

Don’t look at me, I don’t have an answer. I don’t know the meaning of life.

Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness? Why do we have to hate so much to be happy?

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality…
— Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen

I am getting old and every though in my head is occupied on what is going to be my legacy. What am I leaving my family when I’m not here… Material things, money, an inheritance!!

The purpose is to amount enough wealth so I can leave this mortal coil with the peace of mind, with the satisfaction of a well done Job.

It’s a little selfish.

I think the realization that I got in my old age is that there is nothing more. Nothing more here, nothing more after.

After all, it will mean that we are doing good deeds all because of the rewards…

There are no rewards. There is no heaven, there is no Valhalla, there are no 10,000 virgins. There is just the empty void that we leave in the space that we previously occupied.

I am going to make the most of the little time that I have left in this miserable, selfish life. Right here, right now.

Is the only one I know…