For a guy who seemed to have spend almost all his life trying to find the meaning of life, you will think, would by now know how to live.
Well , my friends, I do.
Anyone who knows me, I know, will disagree.
I invite their gaze towards my raised third finger.
Now, that my friends, is how I live my life.
As I never tire of emphasising, my way need not be your way. My meat is in all probability poison for you. So let me , my poor captive audience, go further into my journey in whogivesafuckism.
You probably know by now that my wife has prohibited all talks that revolves around my work and my state of mind inside the house ( not my state of mind inside the house, which is largely a state of confusion but rather discussion in relation to the state of my mind is prohibited within the four walls of my abode).
This ban has resulted in a sudden silence in the house, since beyond this, I seem to have nothing else to speak about. Point made woman!
So thats where you come in.
Call it farting in the wind ( which is what any talk about life really is. One hopes that someone , somewhere will sniff the stink)
According to me, theres no way anyone alive can ever know the meaning of life. Now that does not mean that we will know the meaning once we are dead. I wouldnt know. The last I checked I had a pulse and have no particular craving for blood.
Actually I dont think theres any meaning to life at all. I mean, the very question is a meaningless question. Think about it.
Its like asking, whats the meaning of wind.
Fuck if I know.
Heres my paradox, I didnt witness my birth and theres a plausible chance that I will not witness my death. Yet Iam told I existed for all eternity. And you call me drunk.
We are the body. Every perception , every experience , all that makes you you are within this body. No matter how many theories are thrown around and how many times some guy with a beard says otherwise, you cannot exist outside your body and be aware of it. You can, of course fool yourself into thinking that you do, but tell me something-
when you think, do you hear it? or do you see it?
Tell me something.
What the fuck is choiceless awareness?
I have no clue. But I dont pretend that I do.
Now, therein lies the core of whogivesafuckism.
As long as you ask a question for the sake of asking a question, there will be enough and more cunning little bastards out there trying to convince you that they have the answer.
But they cant possibly know you.
They can theorize about you, they can even assume that they know you. The result thats you due to the combination and accumulation of the billions of recycled atoms, willed to a certain extent by the genetical code that could be the nearest thing to an immortal part in your whole body, is unique.
One of a kind.
Yet we are told to believe in a fit all sizes salvation.
And you call me mad.
They tell me that we are all the result of our experiences, that is in reality past. Which makes me a dead man walking.
They tell me that we are exactly where we want to be due to the choices we have made. We are in charge of our destiny.
And I tell them take their mother for a walk on a leash.
Tell that to the 4 year old kid who was raped and killed in the rest room of the mosque during ramadan. Tell that to the girl who was locked up by her prevert father to be his sex slave for an eternity. Tell that to the palestine father who tried miserably to shield his son from Israeli bullets. Tell that to the millions of jews who were murdered while their neighbours watched.
Yep. Now is when they throw the whole karma thing at me and this is where I tune off. I find this whole karma thing boring. Iam I the only one who sees that it actually serves no real purpose in the actual business of living?
You are trying to find a reason when there are none. You are trying to find a meaning when there are none. You are trying to find a purpose when there are none.
What is the purpose of a karma when you have no idea if you had a previous life? It is a speculation.
Here is the foundation of whogivesafuckism.
I do not know.
But Iam a king of living. I have been doing it for 41 years with no special effort.
Just have to wake up.