PurposeA Poem by InanimateLittle extemp essay or something I just wrote here, im not sure why or what it's about because I haven't written it yet when I posted this description..I believe it will, like most of my stuff, start off about one thing, and end on a totally different subToday I sit and write about purpose, something I know much of but posess none. I write of this not for you to understand my emotions, but, because as I write I begin to understand them. The recent realization that I have no purpose in this life comes as a hard one. The most devastating news is an undesired outcome on a situation you had complete control over. This complete control provokes an initial reaction of lying to yourself. In this case, myself. I first try to lie to myself to rid myself of any personal responcibility. Assuming you all have tried this, you understand, lying to yourself never works. It only leads to a very large enigma moment of "oh wow, this is my fault..isn't it?" Some people are fine with having no worldly purpose, I believe it is the uneducated who so easily entertain the idea of having no impact on this world. My aim in this life is not to impact the world, but, it would help to entertain me at least until death, at which moment, I believe I will have greater problems to worry about. Thinking about the complexity of the human brain, it seems to take a lot of reasoning and complex decision making going on at once to keep a person completely entertained. I believe I would like to have complete entertainment only to rid myself of a wandering mind, once a mind that is aware of it's own existance wanders, there is no stopping the final realization of the pointlessness of it's thinking process, contemplating it's own purpose. I believe I have created a new paradox, please wiki it if you have time. I sometime wish to be my dog, he has a much simpler thought process and cannot fathom thinking of his own existance and purpose, therefore he is blissfully..content with his ignorance. OK back to purpose, my problem is, what is purpose really? Is it only entertainment for a wandering mind? I believe it is nothing more than a very overrated thought process that makes us believe and feel we are alive. After writing the previous sentence I believe I have a grim outlook on this subject. I honestly thought I would care because I try to be an optimist, I don't though. On a second note I have a better way to put this, life is s**t. Thankfully there is something that keeps our minds off it: Purpose. I believe it's a thought process that keeps us focused and something our brain relies upon to keep us moving in a general positive direction so our brain doesnt wander to find the real truth. The real truth in my grim opinion is just this, most of you reading this as well as myself will never impact the world, we will outlive our designation or die young in our own seperate world and only really touch the lives of very very few select people who will adapt to forget us for the sake of thier own survival. Purpose is a visage that keeps us unaware of this fact by occupying us long enough so we die of old age without realizing we have done nothing of note. Even those things people do of note aren't really of note. Mainly because whatever you do to impact the world, you will make millions of lives better and somewhere down the line you will be the cause of a catastrophy in another million people's lives.
I'm not sure what this is about, but it's got to be right on a few things. © 2009 InanimateReviews
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