The Swing Room

First of all, the "swing room" is not a room where couples go to practice their intimate desires. That out of the way, I'm sitting here listening to Nina Simone, trying to forget the shitty life I'm leading right now. At this very moment there are a couple of coworkers trying to shake out a candy from the vending machine. To be fair, these machines take more money than they give snacks. I'm trying to not focus, but it's so loud I can't concentrate on anything else.

So, getting back to my life. Well, there's really nothing to say because there's nothing to say. Only thing I have going for me is the fact that I can write a posting from my phone. I made the mistake of watching a tv series that reminded me that my life would never be extraordinary. That from now on, I'd have to live the remainder of my life trying to survive, than amounting to something special. I guess I was never going to be anything special. I have to remind myself that in previous lives, not all of us were kings and queens. Some of us were peasants. Now, my only asperation is to be a good peasant. Sorry. Can't lie. I wish I didn't still hope for bigger and better things and just focus on survival. An extraordinary life is hard to give up.

Back to the salt mine.

Point of Life

I’ve always been the one that said that as human beings going, we don’t need a purpose in life to live life.  I hate the holidays.  It only tests my ideology.  Do we really need a purpose?  Do we need something to strive for even though we understand that life is nothing more than interesting coincidences?

I guess it’s my fault.  My belief is simple.  I believe that life needs no ultimate desire but to simply live the life you choose.  But along the way, we are thrown because our lives intersect with others desires.  So, we either get slammed or adapt.  When we adapt our lives, those lives and the lives of those closest to us change.  So, life is a matter of adaptation.

On the other hand.  If we don’t adapt, we become a species of stagnation.  If we are unable to adapt to our surroundings, we simply starve and die.  Not really a life, just an existence.

So, ultimately, we are a species of adaptation and stagnation.  We either push forward or die.

All a purpose does to lend to our existence, our lives, is that it focuses our attention on a single thing; An IT.  It’s not always tangible and not always realistic, but it pushes us towards that single IT.

I like to think that we are not a species designed towards a single thing, but to universal accomplishments.  I believe that our lives are designed the way they are because the intersections we come across actually teach us something about the world around us and about ourselves.  We adapt to proceed to the next level.  If we can’t accept that change, we simply die and vanish.

But the holidays come along and throw a curve that I simply can’t handle.  I start seeing what other people have and wish that my life mirrored theirs.  I start thinking that life requires a purpose and that purpose was meant for everyone, including me.  So, what do I do?  I really do hate the holidays!

Happy All Hallows Eve

The damn things you can do with a phone now or days.

Anyway.  Last night I had towork so I couldn't enjoy my Halloween ritual of my favorite horror movies.  So, I enjoyed them this morning.  Watching Halloween and Night of the Living Dead in daylight is not the same.  But I still enjoyed them.  Hope you all enjoyed your time of being someone or something different for a night.