Joe Stanbery Period 7

I believe life has no meaning or purpose. We may give ourselves purpose, but in truth, even those that do, don’t. People who gave themselves purpose place it on another person, meaning without them their life should end, yet they wouldn’t. We put such great value in life, when everything you’ve done, will just be forgotten and have no bearing on the end and how it may happen. You can be a person who saves hundreds of lives, yet it can all end in a horrible fashion for you just as easily as it could for the murderer that slaughtered you and took everything from you.
People say Hitler was horrible, but why not see it from his perspective. His country was in need, and he stood up and said “I will not have it” and turned Germany into a great nation. People talk about how he killed Jews. He also saved his people. They say he was insane and immoral. Yet he was a genius tactician and did everything he could to keep his people safe. Right and wrong, are just words we use for things different from ourselves.
Same things can be said of many rulers who were called evil through out history. A great example is Stalin. Not every method will make everyone happy, but it may be the best method in the end.
Humanity is it’s own worst enemy in so many ways. We preach anti killing, then go to war because someone says their way of life is better or something. We say if you work hard, you will be rewarded, then go and reward the stupid and lazy for being alive. We find something that could help everyone, and only give it to the few who least deserve it. Civilized people, I laugh at the term. Humanity is as civilized as monkeys. Only difference is we throw bigger rocks.
Life is meaningless. Humanity has no purpose. We have no god, and if we do, he does not like us. We are here for ourselves, and no one else.
People fall in love and live “for someone else” right? No, they found something they like, like a kid with a shiny toy, and will fight to make sure it stays theirs. People are greedy, distrustful, stupid, stubborn, and they wont even admit it.
I don’t care about life anymore, cause life doesn’t matter. I’m going to gamble my life, so I can show everyone I know, it doesn’t matter. If I survive, I’ll make tons of cash I’ll most likely burn and throw away just as proof it doesn’t matter and I’ll be proving my belief with every bullet fired, showing that you can have so much planned for your life, you can be something, and it can all end and not matter. If I die, I’ll show that someone who has a chance to be anything, given every chance to succeed can fail so easily and wont matter.
I hope you liked my essay on my Nihilistic beliefs, Mr. Buchanan. Cause it means nothing to me.

(for readers, no one cares, you wasted your time reading this probably.)