Not In The People.

I am afraid that I may have begun to accept that life was not as I had imagined-a many wondered splendour. It is, a collection of an enormous variety of personalities without any discernible point in their being.

Eventually most of these personalities will grow up to become selfish creatures each and everyone of them on course to hell. I mean, look at all the selfish and stupid people that we turn out into. What good are people who kill each and other and are selfish enough to seek betterment at the expense of other brethren. If we should all drop dead and die, very seriously speaking the world would be a better place. We'd stop destroying this earth and benefits loads of other living creatures.

I mean, the only good I think a person can be for is indulging vanity by creating legacies in the hope that the person will be remembered and celebrated-more often than not through procreation. Even that, isn't too appealing a prospect.

Ugh. More people who may potentially fuck up the world even more?

No thanks, I'll pass.