Oct 25 2008
Moving To Colorado
We should live our lives for the stories we can tell afterwards. Because when it comes down to it, the truth is that our grades, our jobs, the money we make, it’s all worthless. It’s just shit collecting dust in a jar on our desk, and every day when we look at it, it just reminds us of the other things we could’ve been doing that night.
Maybe you’ll say that the stories are worthless too, that there is no afterwards. But that’s what we’re doing anyway, right? I mean, why do we have this urge to make money, to be successful? All it does is make us want more. We think things make us happy but when we finally get them they just make us feel sick. And the afterwards is the great nothing that swallows us up when we lose consciousness for the last time.
I want something to remember as I lay dying. Memories aren’t worth money. And even though emotions and stuff are just kind of evolutionary adaptations, they don’t mean anything, we still follow them. That’s why I hate philosophers like Nietzsche who view life so pessimistically that they decide to not follow their emotions or even their logic. It’s stupid.
Because everything is basically the same, it’s just how we see it. It’s all perspective.
I’ve never been to Colorado. I don’t know if it’s a good place. I just want to live more simply. I’m tired of shit collecting on my desk.
