Comfortable Death

The simplicities are also the complexities. The beginning form of a child, plant, insect, bacteria are all illustrations of life, but the complexities of the process of reproduction and how life began on this earth are all so complex it takes a lifetime of contemplation. Is that contemplation worth the life we live, which is relatively such a blink of time? Is it worth wasting time wondering why we are here? Or is it what life is all about, that moment of realization of nirvana? Why are we looking for a purpose, will it make us go insane if we realize we are just here, placed on this earth just to breath the fresh air the earth has provided for us? Is it luck, is it all a dream? Why do I go to work each day when there is no reason but to live? Are the nomads or the remaining indigenous tribes the ones who are truly living? They wake up with the sun and hunt only what they need, do they spend their time contemplating life? Or is it only us who live without living. Is this life of stuff and material distracting us? It is luxurious and comfortable, so we kill ourselves to life comfortably. So it seems comfortable death is what we are striving for everyday. I heard a story once from a stranger he said worked 80 hours a week killing his body to make money, for what? He said he was excited when he could afford a big screen TV. He said that big screen TV was sitting in a box in his living room. So once he had time to open and enjoy it, his time would be spent sitting watching TV. His hard earned time would be spent sitting watching. Comfortable death. Is it worth it? Is work just a silly thing to give us some purpose? We make money for our family, but then we spend that money having other people watch our children, teach our children, coach our children, entertain our children, love our children. At this rate, what is our purpose; it is to be a hamster in a wheel keeping up with this fast paced world. Once we get too tired, we have bred our children to run faster in this hamster wheel of life. Our purpose is to run, faster and faster. The younger we are breeding our children. Didn’t we learn the hard way during child labor in the turn of the 20^th century that we pushed our children too hard too young? Now what’s the difference we are no longer pushing their physical bodies but we are now pushing their brains and intellect just as hard as we did in the early 1900’s with their small bodies. We look back and say how stupid could society be to put our world’s children in such dangerous situations? We will also look back at today’s society and say, how stupid we were. We are pushing our children to go too fast. What is childhood now? It has turned into that nostalgic memory. This world has become too dangerous, so we protect our children from childhood. Don’t go outside you may get a sunburn, a bee sting, a pedophile may see you, you may get bullied by the neighbor’s kids, an anvil may drop on you. What silly creatures we are to think that protecting them will save them. We are saving them from living. If we are not allowing them to live, what a comfortable death we are providing them.