Seize the day.
So they say.
What if there's nothing worth seizing in life after all?
I'm stuck in this wasteland of meaninglessness, bored almost to the point of senility. Any purposes I created for myself are but short term goals, distracting my thoughts from being fully aware of the futility of life. My preoccupation echoes Job's:
I wish I had died before any eye saw me.
If only I had never come into being,
or had been carried straight from the womb to the grave!"
When you strip away all the grand illusions of doctrines and ceremonies and the made-up sanctity of the church, Christianity is like an empty shell; nay, more like a tomb, where all the lofty ideals have long since decayed or corrupted beyond recognition.
Life on earth is like a vacumn, a Void, where Man wonders around aimlessly, got bored, and decided to team up and do silly things like raising Babel or striking down the twin towers. All the struggles and grief, all the violence and hate, all the indulgence and greed, all the toil and diligence, all amount to nothing, not unlike chasing the wind.
Truly, our existence here on earth is cursed.
who have already died,
are happier than the living,
who are still alive.
But better than both,
is he who has not yet been,
who has not seen the evil
that is done under the sun."