I often wonder why things happen or what I am doing with my life or what is going to happen in my future. And unfortunately, I never have answers. I frequently ask myself what the point of life is, what we are even living for. Wake up, work hard, live for something, die. What is the purpose, where are we going? Why is it that we wake up every morning, roll out of bed, and do something that most of us don’t enjoy. Life is short, life is going to be over before we even know it. I could get run over by an out of control tractor tomorrow, I could be trampled by a fat man on his way to get donuts; I could even be bitten by a rabid cat seeking a skinny human leg. To be unhappy in these precious moments seems like a waste. When it could be gone in a year, a month, a week, a fucking hour. What are we doing? If a smile isn’t on your face, then stop. Stop what’s making you unhappy. Stop what’s making you toss and turn at night. Stop asking yourself why, or when, or how? Fucking do it. Tomorrow get out of your bed, shake the nightmares off your shoulders, walk to the bathroom and take the piss that you’ve been dying to take for the last 2 hours you were too lazy to get up out of bed and take, and wash your face, and wash away all the unhappiness. And look in the mirror and decide what YOU are going to do today to make YOU happy so that YOU can enjoy every minute of every day until YOU are able to complete the chapter of your life that leads YOU to the next so that YOU will be a happier and healthier person, ready to take on the terrible and tedious task that life is. So that you are able to succeed. So that you are able to get out of bed and to work in the morning. So that you are finally able to look at yourself in the mirror and know that you are doing everything humanly possible to ward off those terrible feelings, those horrible nightmares, the lingering feeling of loneliness. I don’t know about you, but I’m about to start living for myself and screw everything else.
