I CAN'T BE PERFECT

Sorry I can't be perfect.
I give up. Life sucks. I'm not going to imagine
greatness,
perfection,
wonderous deeds,
achievement that means ANYTHING.

Cool. Anything we do will end with our death. Be meaningless at our death. And any effect we had upon others will be meaningless at their deaths. Everything dies on this worthless world. Nothing is worth anything. What is there to have or to hope for? Release into non-existence or release into meaning. We will suffer....how far? Everyone suffers. Even hardcore Buddhist monks that separate themselves from this filthy world suffer. I suffer from my hate of my lack of 'give-a-damn' levels and lack of any purpose. I suffer because the day proceeds indiscriminately past as we stare at it and find nothing but emptiness.

An empty world. Void of purpose beyond:
1. reproduction and
2. working to make food come out of the ground.

Everything else is nought. Human interaction always leads to
greed avarice violence gossip disdain repulsion bigotry
and occasionally
Love

Everything else is nought. What is a bed compared to food and children? What is anything compared to those? Luxuries, allowances of nature, innovation of man (Ha! Man! The revolutionary ideas always came from men inspired by God. Men are weak. Men couldn't survive one day without the consistency of sun and the Earth and the air and the plants.)

What is anything compared to them? NOTHING. realizations of an existence already apparent. Woopty Doo. So what is there of worth? Dieing. That should number 3 on that list. Anything we achieve is for greater luxury. Why can't these creatures that we are understand eachother. Why must there be continual guile and violence and manipulation and with that fear?

Why even ask questions? Why even WHINE. Ah freak I hate my existence....But I DON'T want an existence of mere self-complacent contentment either. I'd rather be miserable and hateful EVERY moment of my life than bear the disgrace of idiocy.

Phail