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Death Sentence

 

            
            
             Who will help us now that we are doomed to die? There is nothing we can do; fate has already decided what she will do with us. If we don't die prematurely of mortal wounds or disease we are destined to wither away like a leaf on a tree in autumn. We have been sentenced to die by the greatest judge of all, time. Time is an uncaring creature, free of emotion and empathy, unconcerned about human affairs, constantly moving, constantly changing. If all that is here now won't be here in one hundred years time, what is the point of existence here? If we are sentenced to die one day, why are we granted this reprieve of life? .
             Morbid, perhaps. Dreary, certainly. But falsified and without substance? Doubtful. Many think that our purpose in life is to procreate and allow our civilization to flourish as long as possible. I understand why some believe this, because in the animal world this is the only goal that is aspired to. But Humans are not animals; we are capable of free thought, logical thinking, several languages to communicate our perceptions with, and an assorted variety of other skills particular to our genus. So should such an able creature's only goal in life be to make more little geniuses? Im sure that that is part of the picture, but I doubt if it could be all that we are to do, or supposed to do. If not procreation then what? We are all individuals with individual minds, so maybe we are all supposed to worry about ourselves.
             A second theory concerning existence is purely hedonistic in approach. We are here on earth for a limited time, so surely we should make it a point while here to enjoy ourselves and make the best of this world we were unwillingly cast into. Maybe this explains why we are the only creatures that take up hobbies, or the only creatures that willingly take drugs to influence the way their body and mind co-operate. A wise man once told me " Make yourself happy; if you don't, nobody will.


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