On Living
You pathetic souls! Why do you live as though you are peeping, like some sex-starved voyeur, into your own lives? You fear defeat, rejection, ostracism, “failure”, pain, fear, fatigue and weakness, and so refuse to entice them. But, I say to you, live your life by plunging recklessly towards an irrational death, and every time you emerge alive – and what care if you do not – you will laugh the kind of laugh that few people have the good fortune to know. And then go again.
I reject your primitive morality, your herd routine, your caution, your quickness to anger and quickness to delight, your cheap thrills and all else behind which you hide from the world. Yes, the word is bleak in some ways, but there is absolute beauty in much of it. Not the mawkish rubbish of “beautiful sunsets”, and “breathtaking landscapes”, but the beauty known in the freedom to dance about in a sleeping world.
Have you ever awoken at night, and thought to walk for no reason other than the compulsion to do so? If you have done that, you will know how different the world looks at night, than at day. You can piss in the street and nobody will know; shout obscenities, and hear only snoring and silence in response; cycle in the middle of the road, with near-impunity. Have you ever insulted a person who does not speak your language? Ever changed your name in a new town simply because you could, and nobody would know? Performed on a theatre stage, to empty seats? Glorious feelings, they are. The same is felt by living in a sleeping world. Only the waking will have any fun, and the sleeping cannot stop them. I have awoken now.
Life has the purpose you have decided to give it. Rape the earth of its resources, for your own comfort – nobody will notice, for they are all asleep. This is decadence. Sell your soul to the lowest bidder. Run once a week until you are out of breath and about to faint; the feeling of conquest over your own weaknesses is incredible. Spend your money as you make it. Ask her out, get rejected, and move on. Gamble, lose a million £ and laugh at the irony. Live quite simply for the sake of living.
Sleep late, wake early, for the world is passing you by when you sleep. Live for the feeling, and the sheer sake of it. If you hate your life, it is YOUR fault, for your life is what you make of it. When depression knocks at the door, give it the finger, and force yourself to believe it does not exist, and you will believe it. No feeling exists that you don’t entertain. This is what Giliwoo says on Living.
