Science, Religion, Politics and in the pursuit of truth – HappyPsychotic

All the crazy shit I did tonight
Those will be the best memories.
I just wanna let it go for the night
That would be the best therapy for me.

Taken in its widest sense, a spot of do-it-yourself can be a way out. But the fact is that nothing can halt the ever-increasing recurrence of those moments when your total isolation, the sensation of an all-consuming emptiness, the foreboding that your existence is nearing a painful and definitive end all combine to plunge you into a state of real suffering.

Well its 1:49am and I’m wondering what the hell I’m doing awake? I’m not sure if it was the mix of a couple of beers and tea or whether I was trying to kid myself that I could fall asleep while listening to ” 30 seconds to Mars ” blasting at an ear bleeding volume [...]

I noticed during my trips with Max that almost everyone here seems to help everyone else out without thinking twice about it…if you are struggling with a heavy bag, others offer to help, if you are filling your motorcycle tires with air at a gas station, people will help. It makes for such a friendly atmosphere, everyone doing favours for others, knowing that they will be helped if they ever need it.

I’ve realized now that there is no purpose to life – there is nothing that can make me truly and completely happy. I think that there are many people in the world that feel completely happy but I think they’re living a delusion.