To make this article short, nothing.
In this platter called earth, this moving ball of uncertainty what can one call an investment, if nothing is built to last, what is that fibrous of permanency that we can latch and tether our fickle ambitions on
This question seeks to stop the agony associated with such misery filled life we live here on earth in a bid to being less onansistic and more contemplative.
As long as you are on this earth, nothing you do matters, you are never going to make that difference, for life is futility in motion and every toil is greed unto waste.
Let’s explain why, using the folly of our time, which people confuse as investment.
Firstly, do you know that there was a time of dinosaurs, so you know that one day we also will be wiped off the face of the earth. You, me, our children, and children’s children.There will be a time where there will be no humans, so everything you’ve done will go down the drain and turn to dust. Yes all those commercials, investments, article, clothing can’t you see all them tumbling in the sand of our post apocalyptic setting where the only thing talking is the wind.
A child, an investment of blood and 70 percent water for just 70 years is not an investment, the noise making insatiable vortex of want, will frustrate you and blame his strength and independence on himself when all the while you protected him when he was vulnerable , he will despise and forget everything you ever do for him.
As an investment in blood since he is to be curdled in discipline and love the alternating palms to make a mold but that which shaped eventually becomes numb as he grows into a man that evaluates and compares due to close proximity to his now crass parents might bloat a mite but only have but 70 years at the most
A child belongs to his mother if that is your goal it is sadly not an investment
A product of senseless lust, the child does no one’s bidding but itself like every other monkey his brain is programmed to run from pain and towards pleasure, they might apotheosize their greed and give puppy eyes to the next thing they want, but they are demons puppy eyed demons without a care in the world.
All they seek is themselves, they meddle and own, destroy and moan, ungrateful and stupid, but because our brain is wired towards care, we do their bidding and literary live for them , for no gain whatsoever for the aim of life is it’s continuation.
Land, is not an investment, once owned by dinosaurs this immovable object is carved out and made prisons of, only for the tired toiler to be enveloped in it and his wasteful mold would dilapidate and destroy.
My grandfather used to be the brag of the square, he had a mud house and 5 boys, today the mud house is gone, literally gone, and 2 out of the boys are dead,So where lies the sense in his toil, Everything goes
So if they are telling you that the farmland of a corpse is for sale and you toil to go and buy the land only so that you can also farm nonsensical foods like cassava so that another person‘s shit can be long and smelly, it’s all greed unto waste.
You are not investing, you are toiling senselessly, the funny thing is you will use the money to buy a stupid car so that mechanics can hover around it all year round like flies, while they collect money from you so that they can pay for the school fees of a child that is bound to be killed in accident or robbery someday, whichever way it is greed unto waste.
A house, a catastrophic waste of money home to the cockroaches and rats, temporal incubator of your fats and essence glorified junk yard of the things you “own” to what end, You have come to hoard those things discarded by others only for you to discard them again when you die.
Look at everything you own, all those rubbish, and think of how much they will matter if only you took a knife to your trachea and lunged. Just imagine those stupid plastics you got from that stupid wedding, those clothes, that bag that you haven’t used yet, that money you kept just in-case, see how little they matter now, and how little they will always matter.
A job is not an investment, you might earn six figures only for you to buy a costly car, that ends up causing the accident that makes you lose both legs, you might truck on for the sake of some stupid family members that shouldn’t have been born in the first place, remember that everyone is a product of senseless lust, their parent had a choice and chose to fuck without condom, you are only embroiled in martyr complex and nobody will remember what you did for them, the brain have a negative bias and will remember the bad things more than the good things, so don’t even bother trying.
You might be the CEO of a company or might have your own personal ambition, only for you to spend the money on what: house, car, girl, family, what everything you intend to spend it on, is greed unto waste.
Nothing you do as long as you are here on earth will last, everything will be destroyed, so why try.
Think about my grandfather, who knew what kind of life he lived, who cares today, imagine how much he must have toiled laughing happily to himself in the rain and probably bragging to his friend at the completion of his great mud house to fuck his wife in, Today, the mud house the wife, the product of the senseless struggle(kids), are all dead today and no one absolutely no one cares about him. Same thing goes for you and will happen to you, no one will remember you, and those that do will die.
You might be involve in a self reifying madness that you are about to make some great change in he world you are not, So don’t fool yourself when wives and mothers ask to know if you are okay or tell you to be careful they are only protecting investments or a latch unto a greed. No one really loves you, you are just the idea of what they portend and they seek to keep that ideal (greed) for as long as they live (waste)
I regret being born, to me that is the ultimate curse for I assure you you are just struggling for nothing.
I saw a woman who use to stay prisoner to rotting plantain she destroyed her life by sitting in a shop all day looking at the shop opposite hers while she inhaled carbon mono oxide from the barber shop just beside her who played loud music to advertise a greed (disturb the peace) Last month she slept in the lord according to the poster infront of her shop. What was her achievement nothing, no matter who she suffered for, nobody will remember, I look at her poster with the stamped age of 77 years a poster that will get torn and destroyed before the new year, that all she has become now, a stupid poster,She must have guarded some of those rotten plantain jealousy on the eve of her death thinking how she is going to sell them and make twice the gain, as is the norm in today’s Nigeria. I wonder the thought that crossed her mind as she gave up the ghost, she must have thought about her plantain and what will become of them, she must thought about the rent and much she wanted to get back at her landlord, Greed unto waste! By the new year another prisoner will be lodged in that shop and continue from where the woman stopped maybe this time she will sell groundnut or oil, (totally intended)
All of life is meaningless, all we are supposed to do is hold our hands together and march into oblivion, All these senseless toil leads to absolutely no profit.
We are just struggling now, in an unnamed struggling town as Andrew Bird pointed out.
A woman is not an investment, in an analogy you can say “Mother I’ve bought a puppy and it will never be dog, and guess what, I’m always going to be paying for it”
She is just want, and you will be damned if you think you will ever satisfy her or find succor in her.
A business is not an investment, no matter how good you had it it will fold collapse or fall victim of spoiled children who never knew suffering and can’t seem to maintain your earlier standard, fire, government, a crazed sickness something eventually gobbles it all up.
You yourself are not an investment, so stop with your baseless ambitions and pursuit of a better degree for a better onanism and more stupid and bigger pile of yourself.You are a literally a bag of pain, canker sores in the morning,ulcer in the afternoon, ankle twist in the evening, cramps at night. Why invest in such incessant pain as hunger will never end and as you bloat yourself, you only end up looking more stupid and fat never happy.
To what end? Life is a big nothing, JIm Carrey once said, that he wished everyone could be rich and famous and see that it is not the secret to a happy life
There is nothing worth striving for,Everything is greed unto waste
You might run ahead and get married only for you to find out that monogamy is another well written scam maybe after the 50th cunnilingus when the thrust becomes bland and methodical, when you find out that you are just an overweight dildo Living to satisfy a void and you miss your cost-less and peaceful masturbation, you know the one that makes you sleep quietly without even cleaning up and at the umpteenth incessant hiss, I assure you, you will wonder what in the hell did you get married for.
Well since indolence is less than stellar and our monkey mind always seek, for something, anything at all to do to keep calm, here’s something you can invest on.
You can invest in the mind expansion of our species, television, radio station newspapers, home economics schools and books give it to them so that they are a bit changed from the animalistic verminism that is their life the calm of your mind is the fact that your effort ends with the non-existence of man as a specie on planet earth, but leaving thee world with some inspiration is comfort only for that time being.
The second “investment” which doesn’t cost much is the building of parks, since life is meaningless, the little you can do is buy a plot or an acre and plant stem trees and carpet grass so that people can find rest, shade, succor and contemplation and when you die and the effort goes to rut, it only returns to the forest that it once was without destroying much.
Those two with a lot of thinking are the only two things that matter. Everything else is noise.
Skating
>s
In this platter called earth, this moving ball of uncertainty what can one call an investment, if nothing is built to last, what is that fibrous of permanency that we can latch and tether our fickle ambitions on
This question seeks to stop the agony associated with such misery filled life we live here on earth in a bid to being less onansistic and more contemplative.
As long as you are on this earth, nothing you do matters, you are never going to make that difference, for life is futility in motion and every toil is greed unto waste.
Let’s explain why, using the folly of our time, which people confuse as investment.
Firstly, do you know that there was a time of dinosaurs, so you know that one day we also will be wiped off the face of the earth. You, me, our children, and children’s children.There will be a time where there will be no humans, so everything you’ve done will go down the drain and turn to dust. Yes all those commercials, investments, article, clothing can’t you see all them tumbling in the sand of our post apocalyptic setting where the only thing talking is the wind.
A child, an investment of blood and 70 percent water for just 70 years is not an investment, the noise making insatiable vortex of want, will frustrate you and blame his strength and independence on himself when all the while you protected him when he was vulnerable , he will despise and forget everything you ever do for him.
As an investment in blood since he is to be curdled in discipline and love the alternating palms to make a mold but that which shaped eventually becomes numb as he grows into a man that evaluates and compares due to close proximity to his now crass parents might bloat a mite but only have but 70 years at the most
A child belongs to his mother if that is your goal it is sadly not an investment
A product of senseless lust, the child does no one’s bidding but itself like every other monkey his brain is programmed to run from pain and towards pleasure, they might apotheosize their greed and give puppy eyes to the next thing they want, but they are demons puppy eyed demons without a care in the world.
All they seek is themselves, they meddle and own, destroy and moan, ungrateful and stupid, but because our brain is wired towards care, we do their bidding and literary live for them , for no gain whatsoever for the aim of life is it’s continuation.
Land, is not an investment, once owned by dinosaurs this immovable object is carved out and made prisons of, only for the tired toiler to be enveloped in it and his wasteful mold would dilapidate and destroy.
My grandfather used to be the brag of the square, he had a mud house and 5 boys, today the mud house is gone, literally gone, and 2 out of the boys are dead,So where lies the sense in his toil, Everything goes
So if they are telling you that the farmland of a corpse is for sale and you toil to go and buy the land only so that you can also farm nonsensical foods like cassava so that another person‘s shit can be long and smelly, it’s all greed unto waste.
You are not investing, you are toiling senselessly, the funny thing is you will use the money to buy a stupid car so that mechanics can hover around it all year round like flies, while they collect money from you so that they can pay for the school fees of a child that is bound to be killed in accident or robbery someday, whichever way it is greed unto waste.
A house, a catastrophic waste of money home to the cockroaches and rats, temporal incubator of your fats and essence glorified junk yard of the things you “own” to what end, You have come to hoard those things discarded by others only for you to discard them again when you die.
Look at everything you own, all those rubbish, and think of how much they will matter if only you took a knife to your trachea and lunged. Just imagine those stupid plastics you got from that stupid wedding, those clothes, that bag that you haven’t used yet, that money you kept just in-case, see how little they matter now, and how little they will always matter.
A job is not an investment, you might earn six figures only for you to buy a costly car, that ends up causing the accident that makes you lose both legs, you might truck on for the sake of some stupid family members that shouldn’t have been born in the first place, remember that everyone is a product of senseless lust, their parent had a choice and chose to fuck without condom, you are only embroiled in martyr complex and nobody will remember what you did for them, the brain have a negative bias and will remember the bad things more than the good things, so don’t even bother trying.
You might be the CEO of a company or might have your own personal ambition, only for you to spend the money on what: house, car, girl, family, what everything you intend to spend it on, is greed unto waste.
Nothing you do as long as you are here on earth will last, everything will be destroyed, so why try.
Think about my grandfather, who knew what kind of life he lived, who cares today, imagine how much he must have toiled laughing happily to himself in the rain and probably bragging to his friend at the completion of his great mud house to fuck his wife in, Today, the mud house the wife, the product of the senseless struggle(kids), are all dead today and no one absolutely no one cares about him. Same thing goes for you and will happen to you, no one will remember you, and those that do will die.
You might be involve in a self reifying madness that you are about to make some great change in he world you are not, So don’t fool yourself when wives and mothers ask to know if you are okay or tell you to be careful they are only protecting investments or a latch unto a greed. No one really loves you, you are just the idea of what they portend and they seek to keep that ideal (greed) for as long as they live (waste)
I regret being born, to me that is the ultimate curse for I assure you you are just struggling for nothing.
I saw a woman who use to stay prisoner to rotting plantain she destroyed her life by sitting in a shop all day looking at the shop opposite hers while she inhaled carbon mono oxide from the barber shop just beside her who played loud music to advertise a greed (disturb the peace) Last month she slept in the lord according to the poster infront of her shop. What was her achievement nothing, no matter who she suffered for, nobody will remember, I look at her poster with the stamped age of 77 years a poster that will get torn and destroyed before the new year, that all she has become now, a stupid poster,She must have guarded some of those rotten plantain jealousy on the eve of her death thinking how she is going to sell them and make twice the gain, as is the norm in today’s Nigeria. I wonder the thought that crossed her mind as she gave up the ghost, she must have thought about her plantain and what will become of them, she must thought about the rent and much she wanted to get back at her landlord, Greed unto waste! By the new year another prisoner will be lodged in that shop and continue from where the woman stopped maybe this time she will sell groundnut or oil, (totally intended)
All of life is meaningless, all we are supposed to do is hold our hands together and march into oblivion, All these senseless toil leads to absolutely no profit.
We are just struggling now, in an unnamed struggling town as Andrew Bird pointed out.
A woman is not an investment, in an analogy you can say “Mother I’ve bought a puppy and it will never be dog, and guess what, I’m always going to be paying for it”
She is just want, and you will be damned if you think you will ever satisfy her or find succor in her.
A business is not an investment, no matter how good you had it it will fold collapse or fall victim of spoiled children who never knew suffering and can’t seem to maintain your earlier standard, fire, government, a crazed sickness something eventually gobbles it all up.
You yourself are not an investment, so stop with your baseless ambitions and pursuit of a better degree for a better onanism and more stupid and bigger pile of yourself.You are a literally a bag of pain, canker sores in the morning,ulcer in the afternoon, ankle twist in the evening, cramps at night. Why invest in such incessant pain as hunger will never end and as you bloat yourself, you only end up looking more stupid and fat never happy.
To what end? Life is a big nothing, JIm Carrey once said, that he wished everyone could be rich and famous and see that it is not the secret to a happy life
There is nothing worth striving for,Everything is greed unto waste
You might run ahead and get married only for you to find out that monogamy is another well written scam maybe after the 50th cunnilingus when the thrust becomes bland and methodical, when you find out that you are just an overweight dildo Living to satisfy a void and you miss your cost-less and peaceful masturbation, you know the one that makes you sleep quietly without even cleaning up and at the umpteenth incessant hiss, I assure you, you will wonder what in the hell did you get married for.
Well since indolence is less than stellar and our monkey mind always seek, for something, anything at all to do to keep calm, here’s something you can invest on.
You can invest in the mind expansion of our species, television, radio station newspapers, home economics schools and books give it to them so that they are a bit changed from the animalistic verminism that is their life the calm of your mind is the fact that your effort ends with the non-existence of man as a specie on planet earth, but leaving thee world with some inspiration is comfort only for that time being.
The second “investment” which doesn’t cost much is the building of parks, since life is meaningless, the little you can do is buy a plot or an acre and plant stem trees and carpet grass so that people can find rest, shade, succor and contemplation and when you die and the effort goes to rut, it only returns to the forest that it once was without destroying much.
Those two with a lot of thinking are the only two things that matter. Everything else is noise.
Skating
>s
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