God

You know sometimes,
I just sit there and think,
How much it all really doesn’t matter,
and then I think about how much I care about my life, and whether or not that matters.
Life to us makes sense, but it’s always confusing. We are never truly happy or content, because we never can just be. Something is always in motion in our lives, and our lives are always in motion. Our clocks will never stop ticking and we will never get a second back. Every minute of every day that slowly ticks by is another breath closer to blowing you into your grave. My life has no direct bearing upon your life, and your life has no direct bearing upon mine, yet we are still in this world together, still capable of affecting each other’s life. Why do we exist in our boxes, in our minds, and in our egos? Why do we refuse to take interest in someone else’s life unless we see them on a regular basis? Why do we refuse to care about people who need our help, or why do we choose to be mean and cruel to those we don’t understand? Why do we stand here day by day, focusing on our TV box instead of the world around us? Why do we care about celebrities, sports, fashion, and crime? If it isn’t entertaining it’s not worth our time. We sit here day by day wasting away, and all we can think about is what makes us blind. Our TV is our priest, our magazines our bible, and so help us, Entertainment is our God.


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