Crisis and 2010 [by profelipe]
I’m not in the mood. I know few people read what I write. So, today, I’ll write in English, anyway.
Life’s not good. It’s just a long way home… Of course, in the end, the home is the death.
Why are we here? Basically, because sex is good and people (parents) don’t think about the future.
Well, they “think”: fuck the future, my pleasure is now. The problem is: nine months after that night, “the future” arrives and it´s you.
As a child, everything’s new. Soon, you realize the new is not so good. It’s a bad start. After that, things get worse, much worse…
You wait: “well, someday, it’s gonna be better”. It never does.
So, why are you still here?
Some people are afraid of dying. They imagine they’ll go to hell. If they believe in it, probably they deserve to go to that place.
Others think on their children… Well, YOU made them. They didn’t ask anything. It was just a saturday night thing. And you called it “love”. Please.
Some people are still in this world to make a hell of the other’s life. They like to destroy the hopes and the pleasures of everybody. They love to make you suffer… This planet is for them: they hate and they lie. They don’t care about anything.
And you feel guilty. You feel pain. You don’t know why you are here. You don’t know the meaning of life. And, yet, it’s all your fault!
Someone said God’s a adult’s imaginary friend. We need to believe in something: God, love, future… anything…
But it’s just our imagination. Life makes no sense. However, it hurts. The pain is real.
There’s a Rolling Stones’ song called “waiting on a friend.”
The friend never comes. At last, you realize that it is the death. Good news, finally.
Everybody dies. The problem is that the future (with our “friend”) never comes. It’s boring…
I’m not in the mood. I know few people read what I write. So, today, I’ll write in English, anyway.
Life’s not good. It’s just a long way home… Of course, in the end, the home is the death.
Why are we here? Basically, because sex is good and people (parents) don’t think about the future.
Well, they “think”: fuck the future, my pleasure is now. The problem is: nine months after that night, “the future” arrives and it´s you.
As a child, everything’s new. Soon, you realize the new is not so good. It’s a bad start. After that, things get worse, much worse…
You wait: “well, someday, it’s gonna be better”. It never does.
So, why are you still here?
Some people are afraid of dying. They imagine they’ll go to hell. If they believe in it, probably they deserve to go to that place.
Others think on their children… Well, YOU made them. They didn’t ask anything. It was just a saturday night thing. And you called it “love”. Please.
Some people are still in this world to make a hell of the other’s life. They like to destroy the hopes and the pleasures of everybody. They love to make you suffer… This planet is for them: they hate and they lie. They don’t care about anything.
And you feel guilty. You feel pain. You don’t know why you are here. You don’t know the meaning of life. And, yet, it’s all your fault!
Someone said God’s a adult’s imaginary friend. We need to believe in something: God, love, future… anything…
But it’s just our imagination. Life makes no sense. However, it hurts. The pain is real.
There’s a Rolling Stones’ song called “waiting on a friend.”
The friend never comes. At last, you realize that it is the death. Good news, finally.
Everybody dies. The problem is that the future (with our “friend”) never comes. It’s boring…