So I was sitting in the cafeteria when my friend sat down in front of me and made the “Ugh” noise. I asked,”What’s wrong?” to which she replied, “Life sucks.” I said back to her, “I know.” Not that I knew what she was feeling or why, but the statement was just a known fact. Life sucks. It just does. More often than not. Why? Doesn’t matter. How? Just because. What can we do about it? To be honest, I don’t know anymore and I’m starting to think it doesn’t matter.
It’s not a new concept. The idea of giving up. Everyone says “don’t give up!” and all that. But lately, I don’t know why not. Why not just give up? If you’re hurting inside, what’s wrong with just deciding to stay in your room, eat all you want, and just be comfortable not trying for anything anymore? Why is it so socially unacceptable to just say “fuck off” to the world. Why does it make you a coward to quit before you lose? These aren’t rhetorical questions that I’m gonna answer in this article. I’m legit asking.
Religion paints a picture that anything hard in life is God “testing” you and, if you pass the test, you’ll be better off for it. That’s all good...But why would God do that? I don’t give any flying fucks about any Religion. It’s not my thing. Asking why God does that is a rhetorical question. I say this because nobody has an answer. Nobody “knows” anything. That’s not me dissing religion, it’s me not wanting to be preached. I don’t want to be preached not because I don’t believe you, it’s because I don’t believe what you believe in. And it would be better for both of us if you didn’t waste your breath.
Everyone is either scrambling for answers about life or looking for things to distract them from thinking about it. Hence your religions, your politics, your relationship troubles, your trampled on rights, your agendas, your career, your money, your etc. And I’m getting sick and tired of it. I just don’t care. I absolutely hate Facebook. Everyone having to broadcast how good or bad they’re feeling just so they can get the pat on the back they feel they deserve. And I’m also a hypocrite because I do the same thing. I write for a website in the hopes that someone will see what I did and, if enough people look at it, I might just make a couple bucks from it.
But is this pessimism? Do I really hate everybody and everything or am I just asking for help? Am I hoping that someone will tell me not to give up or to tell me that it’s all for a reason that I don’t yet understand? I don’t know. But what I do know is a small quote from an episode of Angel that goes, “ If nothing we do matters, then all that matters is what we do.” I think of this quote often. It doesn’t give any reason for our actions. It goes against the idea of “If I do something nice, I might get a reward.”
It tells you that, more than likely, you’re talking and nobody is listening. Some might see that as a bad thing, but it can also be seen as a good one. IF nothing you do matters and nobody really cares, that doesn’t give you a free pass to be a dick.
It’s means that, if there is nothing greater, no big reward or anything, then the best anyone has to offer are the small acts of kindness, the little things we can do for each other right now, in the moment. And if someone tells you “life sucks,” then it’s up to you to tell them, “I know it does, but it’s gonna be okay.”
