Our Sad Truth

Hello,

God created man because something other than just dinosaurs and animals had to inhabit earth. Things were too good, and clearly God needed a species that would come along and fuck shit up.

He had dinosaurs, but clearly their way of life was just working way to well. The circle of life was making incredibly way to much sense, and there was too much order without enough chaos. So what happened, God sent an asteroid to strike the earth and kill all the dinosaurs, because honestly a world without chaos is just simply boring enough to take a giant ass asteroid and erase what was working. Then God creates other species and other things that eventually evolve into humans, or something like that.

The world graduates to Earth status once we've become smart enough to realize that their are other planets, and we move forward together as mankind. A world that is intellectually brilliant, common sense stupid, and wasteful as all hell.

We've become too smart for our own good, we make inventions to make life easier not more efficient, not smarter, but simpler. We don't have to work to live anymore.

I'm becoming deathly afraid we're getting to the point of just existing, and before any of us know it we will end up like those people in Wall-E, which isn't necessarily a bad thing depending on how you look at it. We stress ourselves out to the point of bad health, both mentally and physically when in reality, the only pressure we have, we get from ourselves. We've been our own worst enemy for quite some time.

We destroy ourselves and everyone and everything around us, with small moments of greatness. Yet we are judged on these moments so frequently, and our ability to succeed is what makes us humans smarter than any other creature.

Unfortunately, that is a truly fucked up way to look at ourselves. We see failure as such a negative in society, and we should make it avoidable at all cost although there is like a million elementary school posters that tell us to try, try, and try again. Which is ironic because the same institution doesn't really give you the option to try, try, and try again, it's more like try, fuck up, and lose. All the most important people in history have told us that failing was apart of the process, yet we don't listen.

"Those who cannot learn from history are doomed to repeat it." Do you remember this? Because even though we talk about it being alright to lose and fail we don't actually believe it. I don't want to fail, because of so many things, the most obvious is succeeding makes life easier. But also you're done with it, people aren't disappointed, there is no conflict, it was worth the money, and you move on.

Because failure to me entails, a pissed of father, a wasted shit load of money, a disappointed group of people, and the ultimate act of  self-loathing which includes, but not limited to, tears, drool, and the fetal position.

So instead of failing, we succeed any way we know how. Does not matter how unethical it is, or how much we cheat, lie, and steal to do it, we will "succeed." For that success we will be praised and loved. That is our sad truth, no matter how much we want to believe that it's okay to fail.

If this post doesn't make sense, I'm sorry. I'm wired in a strange way, and thoughts are coming from any and every direction.

All jokes aside, Loyola lost a student this past week, 18-year-old Joseph Suh. Although I didn't know him, I was deeply saddened to hear about his passing. I don't have much to say other than my condolences go out to his family and friends. And to Joseph, life really does suck sometimes, I don't know where you are right now, but I sure hope it's a lot better of a place than here.

Night, Nite, Knight,
Jarrad