I’ll likely never be able to understand why people buy diamond rings. I feel as though it is one of the most insipid things that people do. And it’s actually pretty appalling when you consider the global market involved in diamond trade.
I’ll also probably never comprehend why people do things they don’t want to do just because someone else wants them to do it.
Recently, one of my friends invited me to his wedding. My first response was that I would go…I mean he’s my friend and he’s getting married…how could I possibly not go!?
But then I realized that I don’t want to go. I think weddings are perhaps even more insipid than diamond rings. They’re boring. And there’s always just a bunch of same old crap traditions that distract people from the eventual realization that nobody actually wants to be there and nobody actually has anything of value to say. They just want to get back to their boring lives.
I mean, call me a romantic…but I just don’t understand why you would A) have a wedding, and B) expect people to come to that wedding. To me, mailing out invitations is the equivalent of passing out “me” to all of your friends and family. Disrupting people’s lives without actually adding value to them…that’s got to be one of the most arrogant, self-centered things a person can do.
Seriously, what’s the point?
There is no point.
It’s all just a game.
We play the game because we’re taught the rules.
And then we teach our youth the same rules.
And the game keeps dragging on – slowly – until someone actually says, “Hey, wait a second…this is kinda bullshit, isn’t it?”
I mean we go to school for 22 years just so that we can get a job.
Woooo….a JOB! WOW!
And then you go to a job just so you can get a promotion into another job…one that sucks more than the original job.
And then you freaking die.
Seriously…what’s the point of all of that?
I’m honestly surprised that more people don’t kill themselves.
With so many people living bland, flavorless lives, why is it that we even feel the need to propagate the species?
Oh, I know why.
Because of “me.”
Everyone just wants a piece of “me” to survive…even if it was a meaningless piece.
Everyone just wants to be noticed. To be appreciated. To be honored.
That’s why we have weddings. That’s why we have funerals. That’s why we buy jewelry. That’s why we rant at each other on social media.
Everyone just wants the floor for a second or two.
And to be honest, this isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
But there are two roads: getting noticed the fast way and getting noticed the badass way.
Every now and again you hear about some amazing story of someone who did incredible things…
The villager who spent 20 years chipping away at a mountain so that his village would have a significantly shorter route to achieve medical care.
The girl who walked nine miles to school everyday because she wanted to teach children how to read and write.
The man who planted one tree a day for 37 years and regrew over 1,500 acres of rain forest in his country.
The woman who started a soap company that gives away one bar for every one sold to fight diseases and save lives in poor countries.
I mean there are tons of stories out there of people doing amazing things to help humanity. And they deserve to be recognized and celebrated.
But then there are the vast majority of people who want to be recognized just because they have a fancy new device, a diamond ring, the latest shoe style, or an expensive car.
I can’t understand why people would care about anything other than helping the planet reduce suffering and grow consciously.
Literally hundreds of millions, if not billions, of people spend their entire lives trying to be comfortable and have small little accomplishments that make them feel special among their underachieving friends and family.
But what does this really accomplish?
What happens when you die…do you just bury your crap with you?
What is the point of living on this planet if you’re not doing everything you possibly can to help the world and the lives that have to live here?
The point of life is not to be safe and comfortable. It’s to be bold and adventurous and to do something that makes the world a better place.
And I believe we’re all born on this planet with this mission, even though it may take many forms.
But I can’t for the life of me believe that it is anyone’s mission to be comfortable and live a boring, insipid, and mediocre life.
You have a destiny. We all do. And it’s up to you to find it.
But before you can find your destiny, you have to stop chasing your tail doing the same old insipid shit as everyone else.
You have to learn to say “no” when someone tries to take you off course of your destiny.
In a perfect world, I’d be happy to go to my friend’s wedding. But we don’t live in a perfect world.
We live in an often shitty world that needs our help.
I’ve accepted the calling.
And I won’t let a week’s worth of travel, intoxication, and meaningless conversation disrupt me from my work. It is far too important and my days here are numbered.
I have come to this planet to help rescue it.
To me, this is the only point of being alive.