A Pointless Journey

    I have before mentioned the road map that has been drawn out for every single human being in the modern age even before they are out of their’s mother’s womb. In this journey we are often taught to have faith in an ultimate power that most call God, we accept the laws of physics as the binding scientific rules that anchor us to this Earth, and we are told that in order to succeed, we must go to school, get a job, make money, and eventually die off as that is the natural order.
    My title for my blog today, A Pointless Journey, came about when the narrator of the novel described decades of significant events that occurred in his lifetime in a matter of just a few paragraphs. Before my eyes the narrator became and old man reflecting on a seemingly average life for a human being in America at the time. Through this discussion I found an irony. All of our lives, through the road map, religion, science, nature, or whatever you want to call it, human beings attempt to find certainty and logic. We have before discussed in class the absurdity of this quest as the universe is infinite and in a sense the more certain we are, the more foolish we become. I would like to point out also that the certainty that we spend decades finding is completely demolished once death approaches us. Death and time diminishes everything we attempt to understand and realize. I ask now what is the point of finding all the answers when in reality we cannot answer the biggest question of all. What happens to human beings once we die? Do we rot in the ground and give back nutrients to the Earth? Do we climb up to the gates of heaven? Or even does our energy leave our bodies and travel in some shape or form?
    It is in a sense quite humorous that not one single person in this world can answer any of these questions. It is as if we are chess pieces on a board being played and manipulated strategically by some outside force that we cannot even begin to comprehend. And through this, I feel quite helpless and my perspective has shifted. Neither religion nor science can explain our behavior. We cannot explain why Adrien committed suicide. He was the epitome of ‘society’s’ ultimate and most obedient man. He represented everything we are supposed to become yet he killed himself when being drowned by his own misery. There is absolutely no explanation for his actions yet we choose to accept them for what they are. Why can we not accept that, like what the narrator says, a gift has been bestowed on us. We are given the gift of lift but we choose to waste it. And in a blink of an eye, we are elderly and become something we never thought possible...Old and helpless.