Boy, I am really on a run with these meaning of life posts, aren’t I? Well, they say the peak of human wisdom is in one’s 60’s. It’s odd that we get less wise as we get beyond 70, but perhaps we are starting to fall apart, and this mandates a whole new set of defenses and lies to oneself. And when you’re lying to yourself all the time (or at least too much of the time), it’s a bit hard to be wise. Wisdom and pathological lying don’t tend to go together.
So no wonder I am plugging into all this meaning of life stuff. I’m stuck right here in the damned age of wisdom.
Just call me sensei, motherfuckers!
I just pointed out that life is a conspiracy theory, at least to some extent.
Well, after that revelation hit me, another flash of God-given epiphany was on its way. After all, one epiphany tends to lead to another, no?
If life is a conspiracy theory, then a corrolary of that must also be true, and that is:
Life is a shit test.
Think about it. Maybe not as a kid. High school’s a shit test for sure, and so is junior high in particular.
Hell, junior high is probably the worst shit test of most of our lives. If you make it through junior high halfway sane and undamaged, thank your lucky stars.
I run into grown adults on a regular basis who are still damaged from childhood. Not from early childhood, and not so much from high school. Yeah, from junior high. Grown men and women in their 20’s and 30’s still seriously damaged from damned junior high of all things! The typical symptom is low self-esteem.
After high school and on to university, oh God, of course that’s a shit test. And venturing out into the cold cruel world of work and survival is the ultimate shit test of them all, probably worse than junior high. After all, your very survival is at stake now. In junior high, you may get killed verbally, psychologically, and spiritually, but most of us tend to survive puberty with at least our physical bodies intact, albeit maybe with a few bruises from getting pummeled by bullies.
Put this idea in your head and walk around with it and see if life makes more sense. Wake up in the morning and look up and the ceiling and say, “Ok, today is another day of the endless shit test called life. Pray I make it through yet another one to the end.”
If this doesn’t resonate with you right away, chew on this idea for a while and see if it makes more sense. You might just find that it fits real nice, hand in glove nice:
Life is a shit test.