…and it makes you think about everything in ways you never expected.
I mean, we’re all here, on this planet, to do what exactly? Procreate? I guess. Now don’t get me wrong, I am looking forward to becoming a parent in September, how could I not be, but this world we have created for ourselves often reveals itself as a sham. Modern life has softened us to the point of almost no return – I genuinely fear for our future as a species if what I see on a daily basis is representative of a larger society. Complacency is a disease and pandering is a debilitating illness. Teach your children to survive in the World, don’t protect them from it.
How can we, as a species, spend so much on utterly pointless research such as why dog fleas jump higher than cat fleas, or that rats can’t always tell the difference between Japanese spoken backwards and Dutch spoken backwards – but let so many people sleep rough or go hungry every day? How can we, as a species, justify killing each other because one set of people want to live in a certain place that their fictional deity has said is sacred, or because one lot of people found something that occurs naturally in the world and have laid claim to it and want to sell it to other people but the other people have more guns than them so they fight over it? Better to share things, be humble, be compassionate, treat others as you would like to be treated yourself.
Sometimes I get to thinking that our existence is pointless. Not just my life in general, but I get to thinking that whatever happens, this planet will end up being burned to a crisp by our Sun, our glorious life-giving Sun – if we haven’t blown each other up or destroyed our habitat by then. So why try to do anything? But we were watching a Lord of the Rings film earlier, The Two Towers, and it struck me how amazing it was. For all those people to be out in New Zealand, walking around with fake armour and prop weapons, just so they could make a little bit of a film, which would entertain a human for a short while. Those people probably didn’t find it pointless, they probably loved it!
And then there’s the writer of the fiction in the first place. He originally wrote The Hobbit to entertain his children. He just wanted to entertain, share his vision of his made-up world with other people, make them smile, excite them, make them sad. The Lord of the Rings films are basically: A bunch of people who had read his stories got together and decided to act them out wearing convincing clothes and using convincing props in convincing locations, all for the sake of entertaining other people. If I want to entertain people, or create things that will beguile and incite admiration, why should I not? I refuse to live this life, which I only have one of, shackled to a vision that is slowly killing our species. I refuse to mindlessly follow orders, biding my time, spending my life not doing what I’d love to be doing on the bet that I can buy myself the freedom to do it later.
I refuse to live by your rules. I make my own. Take what I want. Do what I want.
And all this because I made a video of me being reminded of a specific videogame experience whilst playing a different and totally unrelated videogame, which someone said was stupid.
I do tend to have existential crises like this from time to time, but it’s rare for me to capture it on here.
