Beginnings
"Genesis". When God created the heavens and the earth, man, woman and beast.... when God cursed us to live, damned us if we died by our own hands or that of another. Why was there a beginning? Why make man and woman if He knew they were to propagate and will us their curse. The curse should have ended with them; why make all of mankind suffer? Why make me suffer?
Beginnings are overrated. They start, they exist, they stop. Doesn't sound like much of a good thing, really. "Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all", what cliche. Optimistic, yes... Logical, no. Hopeful? Hell no. To have something only to know that you'll ultimately lose it in the end, by choice or fate, you will lose. Like I said, why suffer.
Wanna know why? Because we're idiots. We tell ourselves, "but you have to love, what else would you do while you're alive?" How about get rich, travel the world, solve world hunger and bring about order to society? I would mention promote world peace, but that would be cutting my legs out from under me. Can we live without love? No. Should we? Maybe. Gray areas are always a problem. But back to the subject... Why do we love? Why be with someone, adore them, fall in love with them, make love to them, give them gifts and compliments and all the little things that consitute a false impression of what romance is when we usually end up deflated, angry, and in ridiculously vast amounts of pain? Don't give me that, "because God is a loving being" shit. He made us to choose, didn't He? Why can't we choose to be without love, without romance, fantasies, adventures, the Grand Canyon or beaches or sunsets or morning dew? Because He also made the world a place for the underserving; he made hell in our beds.
Are we to be grateful to be living at all? Maybe. But if we were to be grateful, why do so many of us each year wish to forgo life for death? Because we're not grateful. We're pissed off. We're slowly demoralizing ourselves and falling into death. Morbid, perhaps, but think about it... Who's going to heaven? The priest who prayed and lived a life of "abstinence" and always asking for forgiveness? The woman who saved a country but betrayed her own brother? The child who stole bread to feed his little sister/brother? The man who ruled a government with wisdom but cheated on his wife? Who's going to heaven? Is it no wonder that all religions or "ways of life" at conflict sometimes? Because who of us is good enough for life or death? Who of us lives? We know who began, but who ends?
Beginnings are overrated. They start, they exist, they stop. Doesn't sound like much of a good thing, really. "Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all", what cliche. Optimistic, yes... Logical, no. Hopeful? Hell no. To have something only to know that you'll ultimately lose it in the end, by choice or fate, you will lose. Like I said, why suffer.
Wanna know why? Because we're idiots. We tell ourselves, "but you have to love, what else would you do while you're alive?" How about get rich, travel the world, solve world hunger and bring about order to society? I would mention promote world peace, but that would be cutting my legs out from under me. Can we live without love? No. Should we? Maybe. Gray areas are always a problem. But back to the subject... Why do we love? Why be with someone, adore them, fall in love with them, make love to them, give them gifts and compliments and all the little things that consitute a false impression of what romance is when we usually end up deflated, angry, and in ridiculously vast amounts of pain? Don't give me that, "because God is a loving being" shit. He made us to choose, didn't He? Why can't we choose to be without love, without romance, fantasies, adventures, the Grand Canyon or beaches or sunsets or morning dew? Because He also made the world a place for the underserving; he made hell in our beds.
Are we to be grateful to be living at all? Maybe. But if we were to be grateful, why do so many of us each year wish to forgo life for death? Because we're not grateful. We're pissed off. We're slowly demoralizing ourselves and falling into death. Morbid, perhaps, but think about it... Who's going to heaven? The priest who prayed and lived a life of "abstinence" and always asking for forgiveness? The woman who saved a country but betrayed her own brother? The child who stole bread to feed his little sister/brother? The man who ruled a government with wisdom but cheated on his wife? Who's going to heaven? Is it no wonder that all religions or "ways of life" at conflict sometimes? Because who of us is good enough for life or death? Who of us lives? We know who began, but who ends?
