Have you ever thought about suicide?
When you realise life is pretty futile in the end lots of things go through your mind. I don’t know if I should or could be a mother in this awful world, and if not, I think, what is my purpose?
It isn’t just about what you get trained to do. They train animals to entertain but their lives are dreadful, having to subject themselves to the whim of a human who has a whip. That’s just the same as it is for us, humans. Nobody takes a holistic approach to life, they think because they are alive they have a purpose, a right to be alive. The ultimate egotism.
Everyone has heard the saying that from the moment you are born you are dying. It is a sick joke perhaps, that all of us ‘miracles’ from the struggles of the womb, are destined to die, at varying times, but the idea is ‘three score and ten’ , and you might be the one who’s vanity arrives at world fame for some achievement in science, or some oneupmanship in the world of entertainment. But it is all vanity, a striving after the wind.
What is happiness? Lying in the arms of someone who helped you achieve orgasm? I’m unconvinced, since so many men don’t have that as a distinction. It’s not on their C.V, or resume, that they give earth-shattering orgasms!
The futility outweighs any sense of worth, or wonder.
It isn’t just about what you get trained to do. They train animals to entertain but their lives are dreadful, having to subject themselves to the whim of a human who has a whip. That’s just the same as it is for us, humans. Nobody takes a holistic approach to life, they think because they are alive they have a purpose, a right to be alive. The ultimate egotism.
Everyone has heard the saying that from the moment you are born you are dying. It is a sick joke perhaps, that all of us ‘miracles’ from the struggles of the womb, are destined to die, at varying times, but the idea is ‘three score and ten’ , and you might be the one who’s vanity arrives at world fame for some achievement in science, or some oneupmanship in the world of entertainment. But it is all vanity, a striving after the wind.
What is happiness? Lying in the arms of someone who helped you achieve orgasm? I’m unconvinced, since so many men don’t have that as a distinction. It’s not on their C.V, or resume, that they give earth-shattering orgasms!
The futility outweighs any sense of worth, or wonder.
