Wednesday, 22 April 2009

A Slight Case of Overbombing

(text by O Coxo)

It now seems clear to me that humans live their life in a constant wait for something that seems not to come. Nothing in concrete, just "something else" rather than what they have. And I don't mean anything material either. It seems to me that this "need" has a purely metaphysical origin, like if one needed something more meaningful than the experience from our daily lives to justify our existence. Since one doesn't find it in the present, we unconsciously hope to find it in some abstract future.

The point is that even the people that claim to live their life "one day after the other" cannot avoid the trap: they are convinced that they are leaving the best for the end. It is like when you are eating a pizza and you start by the sides, carefully saving the middle: you sacrifice the present for the promise of a higher pleasure in the future. Meanwhile you turn your back and when you look the waiter has taken your plate away.

People are like that: they have plans, they are making plans, they need plans. They fear what's to come, they long what is to come. They can't wait for tomorrow, they're looking forward for next year. And when "next year" comes, the feeling is exactly the same, as if the future is running always one step ahead of us and we never really have a grasp on it...

We are all living postponed lives.

So here is the big news:

There is no future !

There is nothing waiting for you around the corner. The only thing you can be sure is waiting for you is your own death. This life is all that you got, good or bad.

So just live it. Now !


nuno said...

nice entry!!

have you been talking with the guys from the 2nd bus on this post>
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Iand what about that book that you and K-sar read, about the guy that kills another guy by no special reason, but everybody else thinks the opposite.. am eager to know a bit more on that.

O Coxo said...

could very well be,

anyway, the guy you mention is the main character in Albert Camus novel "The stranger" and in wikipedia you can find a very good description of the novel: The Stranger is Meursault, an alienated French man who kills a native Arab man in French Algiers. At his trial for murder, the prosecution describes him as a remorseless killer; he is convicted and awaits execution. In prison, Meursault accepts his fate, because it is his only true option; neither suicide, nor faith in God are options once he fully grasps the absurdity of the world in which he lives. Mersault realizes that Death is the permanent end and that the events and actions in one's life are meaningless.