Keepin’ It Oldschool.

When i was little, I tried really hard to be some edgy angry writer person, sadly enough they only stayed on the Myspace bulletin board for a solid half hour, then got deleted. I don’t know, but when I read over them, they really don’t seem too bad to me (albeit they are angry-ish). I feel like posting one now. And don’t expect a quote at the end of this one. It’s a different kind of post, chyeah.

“To tell you the truth, I don’t think human beings have a purpose, at least not anymore. When our ancestors were placed here, all they need to do wass keep giant and primitive beasts in check, they needed to survive. Using their spears and loud, jumbled speach, they tamed and killed the only things they had to worry about on the earth. They were all unified in this one ordeal. Simple enough.

As time passed, we grew up. We grew aware of our surroundings, and quickly became aware of this “god” character. Soon after, we destroyed him. And soon after THAT everyone developed some self-supporting ideas on how shit works, and started to diverge onto their own paths. Everything had an opposite, everyone had their own ‘purpose’. The police fought the criminals, the doctors treated the addicts. They fought each other for what they believed was right, no common goal was alive in their minds. When you look at the Earths diversity, you see our lack of a common goal. If there was even such a thing, we would all be in the same boat, fighting the same monster. The combined powers of 2,000,000,000 happy faces would not only destroy it, but obliterate it. Replace it’s very memory with more and more smiles. But sadly enough, a ‘common goal’ does not exist, it may never exist. All we have is different meanings of happiness, and while they can be seen as o.k., they also fuel fires, they drive mankind apart. What is right and just for one person could be sick and unimaginable for the other. Selfishness is evident everywhere you turn, ignorance must be bliss. While some corporate hotshot is sitting upon his millions, his wife is off sucking some dudes dick, trying to find her meaning of happiness. It’s hard to see any type of fairness in these ordeals. I like to believe a common goal will never exist, I like the idea of an equilibrium much better. Let him sit upon his millions, but let his health rot to shit. Let her paw at love and affection through adultery, but one day find a fatal disease.

Can we just go back in time, please? Where the common goal was simple, just to make it through the day? Don’t get so worked up over petty shit, be grateful. Every now and again go outside, or lay down for a little. And as you think, kill a few demons. Kill these giant and primitive beats inside of you. We are nothing but the anxious children of cavemen. Reclaim our purpose, and be happy.”