Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Ahhh The Meaning of Life

Ah the meaning of life. And I'm apologising in advance for the taking of your time which I suppose is inevitable if you're reading this. But it's what happens when I get into the pointless debates of philosophy in both life, death and of course the miraculous man that turned water into wine. He'll always bring up some sense of resentment. I don't suppose it does mean anything to you but I'll say it despite it all. And I'm sorry… I don’t know why this time. I just felt the need to say it to someone… perhaps it's the human need to communicate. But I was hurt… I think it's the penalty for loving the dead. Pain. I wont go there I will just say it…

God cannot exist. Fact. Or if he does, then our predestined paths cannot be altered, in which case suicide cannot be sin.

But when a dear class mate of mine became fixated on the fact that 'it's sin! Sin! SIN!' I had to stand up for the boy I saw destroy himself. I couldn’t stand by. And so to my rebuttal she snipes 'no his dad was just a freak'… and that wounded me once and reopened the old… I recovered of course, it's indisputably my greatest ability; to compose myself quicker than you can say the word 'devilish'… that's a fun word… like cantaloupe. Very amusing to try and say fast.

But we started to debate Jesus… the bible… whether or not there are shades of grey or just black and white, right and wrong, light and dark… She argues for the plain and simple… I cannot say I can understand how something can be completely right or completely wrong. If I was to save your life by stealing a sum of money from a wealthy man is it wrong? Can it be considered sin if it results in the salvation of another? I don’t know… I don’t know if care… Should I force myself to? What are your thoughts my passionate British intelligentsias?