Human beings that hunt deception,
all alone they seek conception.
Hungry eyes of hollow minds,
No one seeks and no one finds...Love.

What is existence!

Being in a place you were last seen, doing everything that you had already done? Everyone at one point wondered: "Why am I here?" Then dismissed the subject as being beyond comprehension; or worse deferred it to a god-like being's master plan. We do not know why we are here. We do not know how we got here. Our physical life starts at birth and ends at death.

Does it matter what happend before you were born?
Does it matter what happens after you die?

NO!

You, like billions of other people in the world, want to make a difference. But what difference does it make if you make a difference.

 Will you be remembered in a 100 years from now?
 Whom do you remember from 25 years ago?
  Probably some entertainer, millionaire, murderer, or a politician... No one of any importance...to you!

Why are you then living a routine life, withholding from yourself the very fruits of your labor? What are you saving for? So some day you will make a rich corpse, people will come, people will cry, people will forget...you.

Forget the must, the should, the have to... only remember the want. Indulge, so you'll never have to say: "Where did my years go" or "I could have done that when I was younger..."

Coulda, shoulda, woulda: didn't; it's too late... Wake uP!

Do everything you want to do, enjoy life, be yourself, release yourself from the blind stigmas placed on you from birth by the oppressive society tha doesn't want you to succeed. It doesn't want you to be better. It is jealous of what you can do, so it teaches you guilt in a form of god and oppression in a form of responsibility. Just look around and ask yourself how many happy people are there around you? Are you happy?

Why not?

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"All these years we sweat and save,
 Building for a shallow grave..." - J.M.

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