What do you see as the meaning of life?
Are we stuck here to make things as pleasant as possible or as miserable as possible?
Personally, I subscribe to the former. I don’t see why I should suffer any more pain or anguish than is absolutely necessary, and strive to make life an experience that is worth living. I would have thought that that philosophy was so ingrained into the human psyche that it shouldn’t need to be stated. It is as natural as breathing.
Why then do the various governments of the world think differently?
Why is it that the stated aim of governments is to prolong life, no matter what the cost?
Just say for example, you were given two choices for the future. Suppose you were told you could live for eight more years, and those years would be happy, pleasant, peaceful years? Or you could chose to live for an extra two years, and that those ten years would be miserable? Which would you chose? I know I would go for the eight, and fuck the begrudgers.
Already we have seen international attempts to force us to quit smoking for the sake of our health. We are forced to wear all sorts of harnesses, and hard hats for the sake of our health. Now they are working on our diet, forcing manufacturers to remove salt and sugar for the sake of our health. Next it will be alcohol for the sake of our health. Where is this going to stop? Will we be banned from letting the sun shine on our skin for the sake of our health? Will we be force fed various dietary supplements for the sake of our health?
What exactly is the point of this drive to prolong our lives?
I would have thought the government would be delighted if I popped my clogs the day I retired, as then I would be less of a drain on the state? They are always whinging about how the elderly are a drain on resources yet they try to create as many as possible.
Quite honestly, the thought of giving up smoking, drinking and all the other little pleasures in life just so I could live miserably for an extra couple of years makes me want to top myself here and now. What would be the point?
They can fuck off.
When they finally plant me [or burn me], I want every bit of my anatomy to be on its last legs. What’s the point in burying a good healthy set of lungs, heart, liver, kidneys or a gleaming set of teeth?
My ambition is to enjoy myself to the full, and hope that I die of a complete and simultaneous failure of all organs.
I will go with a bang.
But I will go with a fucking big smile on my face.