Here we are born perfectly healthy and happy, then we grow up and the first thing we actually do is learning the ways to kill ourselves. We learn how to smoke, we try alcohol, drugs or just date all the wrong people, stay in paintful relationship, spend weekends in bad companies, get drunk, fuck without condom, go home and stay sleeping all sunday… Every single celebration has become to distruction.
Life goes by…
Why do we hate ourselves so much? Why do we suicide every single day in every single way?
I have just smoked a cigarette like a smoker…
Why is a very good question. Maybe it’s our inability to handle the ugliness of life (that is so amazingly relentless). All those “daily suicides” are numbing agents as well. The problem is, we wind up no longer feeling anything at all.
Deep question that.