Life's Questions

What is love? What is life? Why are we here? What's the point?  All questions we hear so often, but how often do we stop, take a step outside of ourselves, and seek an answer from deep within ourselves. Probably not often enough but for me every now and then something will happen that makes me do just that. Just now one of those events happened. It was simple enough. I just read someone's profile on "bebo" and the feelings that evoked, the pain it made me feel are immense in proportions.

So lets set out to answer these questions (whilst in this pessimistic state). First what is love? Well a simple google "define: love" search tells me that it's "A score of zero in tennis or squash." Good stuff lets keep reading... An Irish Eurovision entry, An American rock group, a 1971 novel, a lunar impact crater, any number of emotions and experiences related to a strong affection. Alright how about a sure fire way to get hurt? Or an inability to explain what makes someone so beautiful? 

What is life? a period of time in which we get kicked down, you get back up, you get kicked down, you get back up, you get kicked down.... you get it. I've spoken to a surprising number of suicidals in my short time here on planet earth and always managed to convince them somehow, after months and months of talking that life gets better. That you have the lows to enjoy the highs. That there's something or someone worth living for. And yet I struggle to convince myself at times (or is it rather the world struggles to convince me?)

Why are we here? To hurt people and get hurt by people. Oh alright then and to make one persons life incredibly happy. But at the end of the day you hurt more people than you make happy. I'd like to meet someone who has never hurt anyone ever in their life.  If you think you haven't then email me and I'll prove you wrong.

What's the point? I have no idea. Sorry for the anti-climax but I don't. Maybe it's to uncover the truth about Hitler's sexuality, or learn that planet of the apes isn't fiction.

And now I feel bad for writing such a negative and depressing thing for you to read. So to clear my conscience and cheer you up a bit...

Cannibals: Living proof you are what you eat. 

Thank you and goodnight

Gareth x