Just Hansern Moving On

One day, I'd like to know the meaning of life, the truth of the universe, the beauty of emotions, the sharp tinge of failure, the bittersweet of success, the awe in flavours, the power of insight, the exquisiteness of scenery. As my life goes, it doesn't look to be soon, but that's OK because I'll live to be two hundred years old anyway. Failing that, hey, death doesn't seem like such a bitch, anyway.

I want to take a minute to reflect on my life thus far; met some amazing people, made awesome friends, had myself a good time, there were bad times as well, boring times, exciting times, depressing times, done some good things, a lot of bad things, sustained some injuries, some days went without, heartbreak, happiness, I don't think I found anything anyone would call love so let's call them volatile emotions instead. At the end of the day, I'm still alive, well and kicking.

When I think about it, my life is pretty dull. Do I choose it to be so? Certainly not. Am I living in a way that would make it so? Why yes, yes, I think I do live in a way that would make it so. I decline invites, I forego activities, I stay at home, do the same things, I don't learn much everyday, I don't love many things but I don't hate them either. I think it's important to have a stand on everything. If you don't love it and you don't hate it, chances are, you've never tried it; unless you're prone to loving something you've never done or, even worse, hating it, then you're just being a hypocrite and/or an asshole.

We find that experience is an amazing thing; why? It broadens our minds, makes us less shallow, we find new things, we give up some things, we learn to enjoy others, and start to hate some, but we always come out on top because at the end of the day, we are all better people thanks to experience. Failing that, we are people that have advanced from what we were before and I feel it doesn't matter where you are from that point as long as you have advanced, good or bad, who is to decide? Certainly, not every bad thing is always bad and not every good thing is always good. Do we fuck our lives up by doing them? Maybe, but that's just how life works. Sometimes, you're good and awesome and you change the lives of the people around you in a good way; sometimes, you just fuck up, plain and simple, and you cause a lot of misery to everyone around you but, hey, life goes on.

Sometimes, you just have to live for yourself, it doesn't matter if you end up homeless, it doesn't matter if you end up dead, it doesn't even matter if you kill other people because let's face it, a dead homeless person feels the same way a dead rich person feels... Dead. Well, that was obvious. In fact, every dead person feels the same way... Dead. Am I a little bit of an advocate of death? I suppose so. To live life is a story; introduction, build up, climax, death. Well, in stories, people usually call it an ending or a closure, I suppose? Death works here though. We all live for death, after all. There is nothing you can't do, you have free will... except not die. You HAVE to die. You have to die, I have to die, everyone has to die.

That's that, signing out.