On Life

I wrote this, also in high school- probably upset at a bad grade or at my inability to do well in school.

One of the most arduous questions in life that I have yet to conquer, and has constantly thrown me into the ebb of tranquility is simply that of; “What is Life?” This insidious notion whirling in my brain vexes me and forces the regurgitated, at this moment, answer-less demurrer to ponder endlessly without rest. I have a general idea on what “man-made” or “man-governed” life is. But what are the true intentions behind this issue at hand? What is our general purpose at hand through this vacuum of thoughts and emotions and experiences? Each living creature in this biosphere of subsequent activities serves a general purpose. For example, our solar source feeds plants through photosynthesis, our Rodents, Leporidae, and Bovine devour the grass; the Carnivores gormandize the Bovines, the Rodents, and the Leporidae, and so on, and so on. Many people generally run their lives under the basic assumption or belief that their purpose in life is to generate sufficient monetary income throughout their life span in order to celebrate in the end a sublime of gratifying mayhem. Why must we constantly be faced with a challenge? Life has become too complex and we are ironically faced with our own self-instigated drawbacks. To push our selves against a wall, so to say, seems to be our only outlet or pre ordained destiny to subsequently preoccupy our everyday activities with. It is of my firm belief that the root and cause of all evil ultimately is money. Ironically, money is man made and is ultimately the cause of our gradual demise. Our great (if that word is suffice or proper) wars were born as a direct result of monetary reasoning or in one way or another through monetary haggling over land or any other issue in which monetary value was present. Ultimately, the malicious activities henceforth, sprouted from monetary influence. Jealousy and hatred have consumed and intertwined themselves to our moral state of thought through the influence of monetary value and worth. As a direct result, stress clinches on and joins in on the party of moral deterioration. All through the malevolent, inept, and rogue like attempt to one’s share of the pie, if you will. And in the end, one question still stands: “ What have we gained?” Why is it that we must feel content on our deathbed with the sole belief that we accomplished something so artificial and inuring to life’s true desires? Superfluities have controlled and steered our ways of life as Homo Sapiens. In a basic generalized concept, we do not live as we are meant to live. We clumsily spend live our lives striving, pushing, dragging our arms in the dirt, leaving tracks as we slowly tread onward going slower as the sun sinks and draws the evening closer. Is life a perfect model of Darwinism at its finest? Are we striving to be the strongest and aptly ready to dismiss the weak as a flake of burnt weightless, black burnt paper in the state of ash? If so, what is the strive ultimately for? Thin fine slices of cured wood that has dominated, manipulated and controlled our directions and destiny? On life…………………………