Inescapable

I cannot escape it.

I cannot escape the pointlessness of life.

God. Angels. Our higher selves. Life forces beyond our comprehension. These are all creations by humans to give us purpose. We need purpose to continue to exist. Humans, supposedly conscious beings, require purpose to live. We create things to live for out of fear. There are also those whose purpose to live is conquering whatever it is they choose, the acquirement of excessive amounts of material possessions, the acquirement of excessive amounts of admiration, the achievement of their cause, the freedom of a people, the overthrow of a system, to give more than they get, to cure something, to create something, to share something, and so on and so forth until these pages are bulging at the seams with reasons to fucking live.

But it is all for not.

There is no point.

There isn’t a great being.

There is no truth.

There is no great cause.

There is nothing.

It’s only me right here right now pecking at keys clinging for meaning where there isn’t any. Lost. Angry. Heavy. Scared. Slowly emptying. Hopeless. Hopeless. Hopeless…

Haley