Well……. everyone needs their own reasons to live.
There is a story trending about a cute, smart, educated, professional woman in her late 20’s that committed suicide. She left a note to her mother apologizing and saying how she found it all meaningless. That neither the good times, nor the bad times brought her any emotion. She had a good life: traveled, ate gourmet meals, great job, etc. and didn’t enjoy any of it.
You know what I have to say? “Oh well.” I could sit here and address her issues but what would be the point. For one, she’s dead already. Not to sound morbid but there is so much wrong with this world that one more “death by boredom” is hardly noteworthy. That these people that commit suicide can’t find meaning to life is while to me completely understandable; also really fucking lazy.
If anyone else feels like committing suicide I say…”do it” but I have one simple request. Don’t be a martyr. Liquidate all your assets so you aren’t a burden. Get rid of all your shit except the few tokens a loved one might possibly want (keep it at one item per loved one) and give away the rest.
I walked into Bottle Drop the other day to get an account and saw all these poor people in this smelly ass place waiting in line to drop sticky, dirty empty bottles into a slot for 10 cents back. TEN CENTS!! It made me wish I was rich or had expendable money to hand them each a $50 bill.
If you can’t find meaning to life and to living fine. I totally get it. We live in a screwed up world with its priorities ass backwards. We live in a world that values things that are of no real value and achews things that add real depth and meaning. We walk around in a superficial, zombie state of mind, never really connecting to each other. I’m just as much a culprit to it all sometimes.
Life isn’t easy. It isn’t fair. Some have it great. Some live in complete despair. You can’t judge a person’s inner sanctum happiness around outer factors. They don’t necessarily correspond. Life may never make sense. But…. this is where one must draw inner strength. This is where one must have courage to find purpose. Courage to find some meaning in the endless stream of bullshit we get handed.
I don’t want a participation trophy. I will give myself my own trophy when this is all said and done. The one that says “I didn’t give two fucks how they told me it had to be done…I found and followed the beat of my own drum…come what may”.
Find the beat of your drum!💖🦋🙏🏽