A great man once said; "Time is irrelevant"
To many, this means nothing.
To me, this means much more then nothing.
It almost means something that can not be described with words.
Irrelevant.
Everything is irrelevent.
A meaningless exsistence born out of pure randomness.
No meaning, no reason, no purpose.
Love, Hate, Family, Friends, Enemies, Money, Education..
Everything.
I can't help but fail to see the point in, well, anything.
In the end, none of it matters.
In the end, nothing matters at all.
In the end, there is nothing and no one.
We live out our exsistence repeating a general guidline,
"Learn, Work, Marry, Reproduce, Die"
Every human has followed the general guidline, though not always perfectly the same, but the basic Live and then Die, is true.
But what is all the point?
Where are we heading to?
Some people say we are leading to "God" or "Heaven"
Others say we are heading towards enlightenment
Others say we are heading to the future, the highest point of our human potential.
I say we are heading to nothing.
Nothing that hasn't been seen already.
A constant loop, where nothing really changes.
Sure, technology and the faces behind them change
But in the greater picture, it's still the same life cycle. Same destiny. Same Fate.
We memorize facts about our history and things about how our world supposibly works. Though can anyone Truelly prove half of that crap true? They say they can, but I doubt them.
We work the majority of our lives to make money in order to live on to another day, to work on for the next day of work, and so on and so forth.
When and where did this idea come from?
Where did the idea of spending over 70% of our life time doing meaningless labour just so you can make the money to survive to the next day. Which you will end up making money for the next day. They eventually die, and leave the money they have made to their children or someone else close to them.
And what does said person usually do? Keeps it, holds it and does the same pointless thing the person before them did. And the pattern repeats over generations.
The cycle is meaningless and pointless.
But why do we do it?
Why do people do anything?
Questions keep being asked,
But answers are never given.

I could keep writing about the irrelevance of exsistence.
But really what will it prove?
Nothing really.
Maybe one person who reads it will take a few moments and think about it.
But not do much more then that.
Do I want people do to more then just that?
Not sure.
Don't care really.


"Cause in the end, everything we are, is just everything we have done."