I know very little about life. And there are some that would say that knowing that you know nothing about life is just about the only thing that you can know in life. And maybe that's right, I don't know, but I know I know some things. Mostly, that Boethius, in his consolation of philosophy, was for the most part right. Life is a wheel and inconsistency is its game. It rises you up and brings you down in the same motion. Our tragic flaw it seems is that the best of times, like the worst of times, are as fleeting as the spinning of a wheel. I know that. And I know that you can't stop the wheel from spinning, at sad points or at good ones. I know that people try to adjust to certain feelings, depression and happiness a like. I'd love to freeze the day I lost my virginity and at one point I'd have love to freeze the day I knew I was depressed. But both times are now just tracks created by my wheel. So I know life is inconsistent.

I know that life isn't fair. More importantly, that there is nothing controlling whether or not it is fair. Actions that happen in life are as spontaneous as the rain and have the exact same power to ruin your day. Trite, but all I am saying is that unexpected bad things happen and there is no fate behind it. No universal justice exists to justify certain actions and punish others. Kant's "universal" just isn't true. Of the three realms of life he spoke of, aesthetic, universal, and religious, the only one that exists is the aesthetic. You can't live in the universal because there is no universal to live for. You can't live in the religious because faith is the antithesis of proof. So you have to live in the lowest form, aesthetic, where the only thing that matters is yourself, and that makes the world an unjust place.

I know that there is no meaning to life. More specifically, that there is no inherent meaning to life, there is no reason, there is no calling, and there is no point. People can delude themselves into believing whatever they want about the meaning to life, but there isn't any. You die and that is it. Sad, I know, but true nonetheless. And I assume that at certain points in everyone's life, the darkness at the end of their tunnel scares them because they have wanted to believe that there was something there. Most people just look at the darkness and say there must be something behind it, but I don't know about that. So I know there is no meaning, at least no actual meaning, just whatever you want to put behind a darkness.

I know that everything in life is inevitably ending. Relationships are forged with the preconception, if by means of a certain subconscious one at least, that this relationship will not last to infinite. This is a big deal because too many people say that love conquers all, that love lives on and all that rubbish. But it doesn't, it ends at least, with death, which nothing will prevent. Death is inevitable, I know that. No one is immortal so then it is not just relationships and love that will end, but literally everything your life is eventually ends and becomes nothing. So I know that you are living only for all your endeavors to eventually become nothing. And I know that there is nothing in this world that can possibly negate that.

I know how to apply certain sciences to life. Like physics and chemistry. And I know that science is exact. So physics says things about movement and chemistry says things about reactions.

That summed up pretty crudely is everything I think I know about life. One, that it never stops. Two, that the good times are as fleeting as the bad. Three, that life isn't fair. Four, there is no meaning. Five, everything ends when you die. Five and a half, you always die. Six, science is a certain truth. These are all pretty, well depressive I guess. I mean these things strip life down to a meaningless X amount of hours where nothing is certain and all odds point to a miserable grave. Worst of all, there is no consolation prize at the end, no white tunnel to heaven, there is and never will be anything to let you know whether you did good in life, whether anything you worked for paid off in the end; you'll never know if all the things you cared about mattered. So what? So how do we live? If I know these things, if I believe these things, why do I put effort into life? Why does anyone? Shouldn't we all just make a choice we were never given: Do I want to live? Has anyone ever asked themselves that, because you should? See it wasn't your choice to live, you were born. There are only two things you can do in life passively: Be Born and be killed. Everything else is an active decision to some extent. So seeing as you never actually chose to live, you should ask yourself; do I even want to bother? And I don't know the answer to that, again nothing is universal. As I write this, I think that most people just assume that since they are alive already and they will die eventually, they may as well just wait it out, but I disagree with that, you should make the decision to live, it shouldn't just be a thing you do because you can. In making that decision, I think you will start asking yourself really important questions, namely that with those truths about life, why do I want to live? And the great thing about that question, well at least what makes that question so much better than the meaning of life question, is that there is a precedent for it. Give me a chance, this is really hard to explain (I mean this post is more notes for me than it is something you should take REALLY seriously and live your life by, I am just a minor character in my own story, to quote Tony Wilson). See, you ask if there is a meaning to life, because you want there to be one, so it is really hard to be objective. Plus a meaning to life implies it is somewhat universal, which is silly because a plumber leads as “meaningful” of a life as a president, well in my opinion anyway. So you can’t actually answer the meaning of life question truthfully because the inherit problems with the question. But if you ask yourself, why I want to live a meaningless life, then you are forced to come up with something objective – since you have to figure out your place and your wants – you come up with something honest and true because it only applies to you. You come up with something worth knowing because it is a question that exists before any prepositions, as in even if you disagree with everything I say here, which is cool and I think no less of you, you still realize that you never chose to live and should really make that choice at one point in your life. So instead of thinking about all these things you can’t know, think about the things you know and the things you know you can’t know. I’ve always thought life was really simple, and I wonder if this text shows how simple life can be. I mean after two pages there is only one thing you need to know, why do you want to live? And that is why I know very little about life because that is the only question I’ve ever answered.

Side Note: If anyone can tell me what is so important about yesterdays post I will buy them a Flombaum Dot Com T-Shirt.