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"True Futility" by MidSummers Eve

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    The world is a sad and lonely place and we have
no purpose and no meaning. The reason we wake up in
the morning is because we have yet to die. The reason
we bother to do anything with our lives is because we’re
bored, or because despite the futility of staying alive,
we don’t wish to die. Would death be so bad? Nah, in all
likelihood it’s very peaceful. The matte black hands of
oblivion reaching up to grab you and pull you
gently/swiftly/painlessly down to sleep. You’ll never
laugh/run/play/fight/love or any other of a thousand
things that you enjoy doing on a daily basis. But you
also will never feel hunger/pain/fear/hate/loss or a
million other things that make living miserable. So
why do we try to stay alive? Why do we wish death on
our enemies? Should not death be reserved for our
loved ones and friends? The worst punishment known to me
is the curse of immortality. To always, no matter what
hell you’re put through, or what you devise for your own
death, you stay amongst the living. Doomed to grow old
but never fade away. Forever to watch your friends and
family enjoy that final embrace, but for all eternity
never know what it’s like to feel peace.
    Humanity despite all its hates and impure virtues-
of which there are many- is doomed to love, and love
again. It doesn’t matter how hard you make your heart,
or how much you wish you couldn’t love. You will, without
fail every time. And every time you fall in love, you’ll
be forced to watch as the object of your affection
withers to dust before your eyes. Can you imagine the
depths of insanity that this would cause? Eventually your
mind would be so overloaded with images of your lost loves
that you would seek to destroy that which caused you
pain. And then, after you killed every living thing you
could find you would then seek to kill yourself and start
the process over and over, hoping that one day, you to
will be able to feel the final embrace and join your
many loved ones in oblivion. Keep dreaming, for the
immortal, death is a release, not a punishment.




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On Wednesday September 21st, 2005, Possesion (182) writes:
This is depressing.


On Thursday September 22nd, 2005, MidSummers Eve (46) writes:
thanks, that was what I was going for... But it also brings to mind the truly psychotic view of life.



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