My idea of the meaning of life

Okay, this is an odd thing I typed out in a medicated state so it's a bit odd and I have no idea where I was going with it. Enjoy something besides mine that's not weird poetry.

It's 3 a.m. I'm laying in a bathtub that hasn't seen water in many years. All that's on my mind is how horrible the whole idea of life is. If I ever, and I mean ever, meet whoever or whatever had the idea for this existence, I'm going to sock them right in the jaw. I mean every word of that. 

     There's a million theories about what the meaning of life actually is. These days it seems like everyone has their own opinion about this subject. Ask anyone on the street, and you're likely to get answers such as "to live", "to be happy", etc. But those are not what the meaning of life is. You want to know the meaning of life? Literally, from a biological standpoint, the meaning of life is to reproduce. You f**k, reproduce, then let life f**k you until your spawns are raised (and sometimes even after), then you die. 

     Now doesn't that sound absolutely marvelous? F**k, raise spawns, die. All with various amounts of good and bad during and in between these major milestones. You grow up getting ready to reproduce, you reproduce, raise your kids to reproduce, then you die and they continue the viscous cycle. 

     All of this can be conscious, but also in the subconscious. Keep in mind too that not everyone is going to reproduce, and not everyone even wants to or is capable of this, but overall the main drive for life is to reproduce. You just fill in the gaps and fill your life with meaningless societal tasks that mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. You form relationships, have jobs, etc. and all of it will mean absolutely nothing soon enough.

      So, why even live it? What's the point in living this life? I, your author, am wondering this while typing this on an iPhone while sitting fully clothed in an empty bathtub. Just let that one sink in. It takes a man in a tub to ask the real questions.

    Anyways, why live life? What's the point of it all? Why do we even live life? Well in reality we only live because of the subconscious drives and impulses to survive and keep going. That's life in a nutshell. Your body wants to keep going and not only fears, but wishes to avoid death. 

    What about suicide then? Well that's just when the conscious overpowers the subconscious. The conscious drive for death overpowers the subconscious drive of life, then the person acts on that. Believe me, I know. I've been there a lot. Even right now I'm only staying alive because of some predictions I got from an Ouijaboard and crystal dowsing, but that's another story entirely. 

Author's Note

Yeah, just something odd from a medicated state so enjoy it. Apparently I was worked up about something.

Reviews

[ElbecanC]

This was very interesting to me. At first I was unsure what to think because of the potential slant towards suicide, but then it occurred to me. This is brilliant thinking. Your analysis was good. You really considered the meaning of life without being distracted with the small things. You took all of that out and realized the poor and the rich, the healthy and the sick are alike, and end up in the same place. This is basically like the book of Ecclesiastes. A thorough consideration of the importance of life. Many never think about this, or if they do, it tends to have an incredibly morbid connotation because everything in life is still an incomplete picture. I enjoyed what you wrote and would like to read more. Know that you are the most valuable living organism In the universe, part of why your body strives to live forever. Your subconscience knows, but our conscience doesn't. Seriously, thanks for sharing.