Tuesday, July 13, 2004

life, woah life... doo-doo-dooh

When talking to someone contemplating suicide or cursing their ultra-priviledged yet meaningless existence, I call life a gift, encourage them not to throw it in the face of the giver. However, once the never ending therapy sessions are done, I start being honest with myself. Do I really think life is a gift? Not really. My theory runs more along the Greek mythology themes of mischievous being/beings on a higher plane of existence, throwing an ironic little series of pranks out way to pass time on the way to the end of eternity. God is a comedian playing to an audience that's too afraid to laugh, is what I read somewhere once, and it seems very true in my case. Life is nothing but a way to pass time till in between being born and dying. Have fun with it while you can. If something makes you miserable, tell it to screw itself and move on. Life is a fucking high. Why would you need artificial stimulants when you're alive?

Misha at Tuesday, July 13, 2004

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