The Irony We Live For

Work has taken a toll on me mentally because I find suddenly I don't have to use my brains anymore and I'm pretty sure my brain cells will die from inactivity. I seriously feel I'm here for cheap labour and it's killing me to feel so useless and unneeded. Sometimes I wonder what purpose there is in life. I wonder if our creator watches and observes what goes on amongst this really exquisite species, humans, like how animals are portrayed on animal planet, or discovery channel, whichever you prefer. I really do not get the purpose of being born, to go through education, to get a good job, where some people fail, some people succeed, through all the trials and tribulations and learning from past mistakes, or repeating history over and over, improving our lives, having generations and then it just comes to an end where we leave our habitat, or rather die, not knowing if it just ends or continues in another world, whether we suffer or enjoy again. Why is this cycle even necessary? People pay bills and taxes and get insurance to cover for themselves, or their loved ones so that monetary value attempt to suffice the needs of people whom tragedy shoots its arrow at. Funny how it seems that money lives on while people die. It makes people and it breaks people. Why does it happen so that some people are filthy rich with too much money to spend they buy things that they do not need, yet people are not even able to feed themselves in this same world? Life is so questionable in a way that puzzles yet it is compulsory because it is a sin to contemplate suicide and an offence to commit suicide. I mean if life is given to us and everyone dies eventually anyway, why is it we cannot choose what we can or want to do with it? Why do we all have regrets because we only have this one lifetime to make all our mistakes and correct them if we want to, or live with the consequences, whichever floats the boat, but it will still sink one day anyway unless the impossibility of immortality becomes untrue.

Good night, while the clock ticks life away. (: