Life, or Dumb existence and the meaning of Life

Life.

Your life. Or existence, as I would prefer to call it.

The first 7 years of your life are bliss, pure bliss, you dream, you grow, you experiment, and you aren't "supposed" to do things. Those years are the happiest years you give yourself and everybody around you. But you nincompoop, you don't remember those seven years and the dreams you dreamt then.
Then you are made to spend the next 15 years or so getting a blasted education, which you could've got in less than 10 years, if only you had a brain that wasn't donated by your parents, and programmed by them to not have any ideas, or even 'contemplate'.

On brain donation: It is the ancestral practice of being in-charge of the brain of your offspring. You donate it ideas, program it the way you want it to be, so that it yields future returns, and you manipulate it until your child runs away from home, or teenage happens. Then you call your offspring a 'rebelling jerk with an insane mind'.

For example, your brain was donated by your parents, whose brains were donated by your grandparents, and so on. It is really, really very easy to escape this ritual, and most people in their good minds have already done it.
Yeah, I know I'm talking to an ordinary 'you', so I'll tell you the problem with you anyway: you thought that it'll reduce your 'gratitude' towards your parents, and you accepted the problem that your parents gave you life, and the notion that 'everything they tell you to do is the best'.

Loving your parents and being grateful that they met and gave you a 'life' is one thing, while returning a so-called forced 'love' that you're supposed to give them just for making you *exist* by doing every single thing they tell you to do is a widely accepted trend.

The next problem: Your parents listened to all those people who told them, and likewise, told you the following sentences.

Warning: The following sentences are lies totally accepted as the greatest truths of life. But just remember for a split of a second that your brain is programmed to reject everything that is not programmed into it.

Here are the following Normal Lies:
1. Do not chase worldly things.
2. Everything is transient (temporary).
3. Do not indulge in sins.
4. Do not eat cooked food, precisely turnips.
5. Do not pee.
6. Do not breathe.
7. Do not do whatever blah blah yada yada, and so on...
And the whole of your ancestors and you probably obeyed this code of conduct. This is the problem.
Then when you completed your education, you were told to make money.
So you did, for the next 40 years or so.

In between, you fell, or were pushed in love as if love wasn't a divine, magical emotional dimension.
You fell (or were pushed) in love as if it was a blimming sewage pothole, or a slippery public bathroom.

Then you produced another generation, whose lives you truly enjoyed only until they were 7. After that, you pushed yourself to make more money and space for those blasted brats' lives, which you had given birth to, even before you could make sense of yours.
And so you did, until you retired, or even better, died.
And to make those innocent little minds more primitive, instead of letting them evolve, you fed them the exact data that was fed to you, about how there is nothing to see in this world, and the Normal Lies of the Ancestral Code of Conduct, and how they are "supposed" to love the things and people YOU tell them to love.

Thus, you successfully completed the ancestral ritual of brain donation.

You continued to do this until the organ in your offspring's skull began to reject the data you fed them. That was when they were struggling to evolve. That was when they were teenagers. It was at that time they realized stuff about brain donation rituals, parental conspiracies, Normal Lies of the Ancestral Code of Conduct, and how their parents are practising Reverse Evolution.

That was when they started to rebel. You pushed them to stop whatever they were doing: nothing in particular, and advised them to pursue what you have done in life: the REAL nothing in particular.
At this point of time, they have two choices: To end up like their parents, or choose to live a life.
I assume that you forced them to be clones of you.
So now you've successfully pushed them in the sewage pothole called love, got them married off with people they don't know, and now they're living in nice empty spaces, and earning enough to yield a good 'gratitude' and post-retirement services for their parents, ironic "Life-givers". LOL.

Now you want the following things from your offspring:
1. Grandkids
2. Return of the services and the 'life' you gave them until they had a 'secure job'.

And now you're probably pushing them into that. Oh well.
You're still earning, for that lovely farmhouse you desire, to which you'll only retreat 2 days of the month, and dragging yourself to that wretched job, chanting a complete lie to yourself:
"Times may be tough, but happiness comes from within."
Yeah, this is a visible result of your Ancestral Brain Retardation Syndrome (ABRS).

Then one fine day, you suddenly realize, "Oh! I'm in my 50s!"
You then worthlessly try to balance all the time you had NOT spent singing, dancing, and feeling, to sing, dance, and feel, only to realize that you cannot sing with this croaky voice, you cannot dance with these juggling bones, and you cannot feel because you were either taught not to, or your lower body is starting to get numb.
And boom! You finally retire.

You go to spend a weekend in your lovely farmhouse with your cranky spouse, and even before you get the drinks out, your spouse is yelling at you for being such a bloke and not doing anything except sleeping, eating, working, and watching that idiot box, and before you know it, you both get into the car with splitting headaches, and are back at your house in no time.

With nothing useful you know that you can do in your 60s, you turn diagnosing yourself with various illnesses and worrying unnecessarily about them into a hobby.
You spend the next 5-7 years worrying and grunting and groaning about your abnormal blood pressure, cholesterol, and heart rate.
A note on Blood Pressure: It shows the reading too high or too low probably because you were worrying too much, or were really expecting those results because you've never had anything so fascinating and exciting in life other than that wretched B.P. machine.

Then you realize that you're nearing the end of your life (existence), and that's when you hurriedly start practising violins, and painting, and art and poetry and stuff, and you wish you hadn't spent all those years dragging your soul and looking at B.P. machines.
That's when your donated and programmed brain started to EVOLVE.
So when you were in the middle of a masterpiece, or when you started to write the first two letters of your own poetry, you find yourself on your deathbed.

Life asks you, "What have you achieved, dude?"

You realize all those idiotic 25 years of education, imposed brain regulations, those 40 years of soul-dragging for pieces of paper, those 5-7 years of meds and B.P,  and 1/2 of that time of your wretched existence blinking or sleeping or eating or watching that cursed T.V, you only have the time to say:

"Shit." Then you die. That's it.

Life is really furious and frustrated, since "Shit" is precisely what people like you have been giving her. So she throws you into a Nowhere, called After-life.
After-life is just another pothole, where you're allowed to realize for a brief moment in space and time that there isn't an afterlife, and you've screwed up that one life you had, and you are just nowhere. You exist NOWHERE. NOWHERE, BLOODY NOWHERE.
That's it. THE END OF YOU.

Author's note: Do not condemn your parents for anything. Remember your kids, and how they're such headaches, and thank your parents for being kind folks, and not let you die. If you ain't got kids, I hereby proclaim that yes, you are still headaches and stomach aches and body aches and everything more.

Happy Realization! LIVE, don't dumbly exist!

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Ramona Singh

P.S. For a sequel in a lighter tone, go to this blogpost: What is life: Baa-doom-baa-doo-hoola-bree