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Life just isn't hard enough
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Living beings have no value at all. Animals have no value to us humans, and we humans hold no value whatsoever to the very existence surrounding us. Nothing has any value, for things simply are; we, the humans, have deluded ourselves into attributing value to things that have been for millions of years before us; time, space, they all have zero value: existence is vapid and lacking in sense, but we persist in assigning meaning to things which ignore us; perception is something we know for sure only animals are capable of, so what is the point in seeking meaning in space, in darkness? Our increasingly monotonous lives hold less value with each succeeding generation, so why do we cling onto life? We're dumb monkeys flailing around, creating destiny, history, art, all meaningless drivel, just so that we confirm our existence to ourselves, just so that we can cling onto life. And what is life? Life is meaningless too, for everything is meaningless to everything but us. We're a delusional species. When finally death claims my body, I wish I can become a ghost, so that finally I am free to wander throughout the darkness of space, on the valleys of the moon, on broken Avalon. Now, I'm a mentally ill patient, lying on my stone cold cellar floor, living off the water drops from the roof.
That was my essay, do you think I should submit it to my school or should I edit it so that it's less edgy?
That was my essay, do you think I should submit it to my school or should I edit it so that it's less edgy?
