Die Happy One

There is something very therapeutic in thinking about crashing and burning. There is something quite inviting in never again having to feel a human emotion. Had you known what it was like to crash and burn, perhaps then life would have made sense to you way back when you wondered if there was any meaning to life. The meaning exists, it's always been and will always be very simple. It is simple. That is the meaning. Simple as that. Very simple to remember it. It simply is, so simply be. Not very hard. Yet, you missed it. You continued worrying about this and that instead of worrying about never having to worry again. Yeah, you're reading this - funny how you dared ask who this is all about without instinctively thinking that perhaps it is address directly to the eyes reading this.

Words. We are nothing but words floating here and there and everywhere. A name. A title. A business card. An other word meaning an other thing at another random place where the most random wordly things are done at arbitrary times.

You're still reading? Good. Go do something else that is pointless now. It's not a slur, it's simply truth. You're going to get sick. You're going to fall in love. You're going to be happy. You're going to be sad. How I know this is because it's already happened before. What hasn't happened yet, funny you should ask, is you dying. Because you're still reading this. Guess that is the only thing we have in common, dear Human. It's fine. It's something more to live with while we die. Happy dying. Make your journey to death's side worthwhile. Then find a store that serves scoop ice-cream and order a delizious flavour.

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