At What Point Do We Start Laughing?
At the absurdity of it all
I find it hard to imagine that the way most of us humans are currently living was the plan originally intended in the design phase.
Did the creator of it all really intend for us to spend our free time heavily sedated, watching the latest nonsense on Netflix as we shovel processed food into our mouths?
Has evolutionary pressure been slowly adapting our DNA and physical capabilities for millions of years so we can sit behind a desk all day with little to no access to sunlight?
Was the collective “reason for being” of the human race to angrily smash our computer’s keyboards as we funnel digital rage at the group of idiots who doesn’t understand our point of view?
It all seems so nonsensical when you stop to think about it. If the past two years are indicative of what the plan for our species is, don’t you wonder why we were created in the first place?
I don’t care if you believe in God, Buddha, Allah, or Kim Kardashian. Whoever or whatever enabled our current lives can’t have planned for this nonsense to be the end goal of human life.
Which makes me wonder…
What if this isn’t how it’s supposed to be?
What if the seemingly unavoidable head-first dive into the…
