by Mr. Mean-Spirited
At some point, you’re going to be dead. Despite your best efforts, you are going to die.
Doesn’t matter whether you’ve left behind children to carry on the family line, you’re still going to be just as dead. Doesn’t matter whether you’ve done anything to benefit society, you’re still going to be just as deceased. Doesn’t matter whether you tried to rescue the planet, you still won’t be able save your own life. Doesn’t matter whether you die surrounded by loved ones or croak all alone in a rented room, your corpse is still going to cool just as fast. Doesn’t matter whether you did something to benefit the world or spent your years hiding in the basement, your body will rot just as quickly. Doesn’t matter how great your legacy, you’re still going to be lying in the grave when it is all over.
Doesn’t matter whether global warming is real or just a hoax, you won’t be around to know the difference. Doesn’t matter how many polar bears you preserve from extinction, you’re still going to expire just as sudden. Doesn’t matter if you are so environmentally conscious that you single-handedly save the entire earth, you will be so dead that you won’t hear any applause. Doesn’t matter how many people sing your praises after you pass on – you won’t be listening.
You don’t even want to consider what might happen to the world once you take your last breath. Your future progeny are completely fictional. Strong possibility that all life on earth will be destroyed by a rogue asteroid sometime in the next decade. Odds are that some sudden pestilence could wipe out the human species. Right now, human beings in some subsequent generation are completely hypothetical – they don’t yet exist and will probably never exist. A person who acts to benefit some imagined offspring eons yet to come is living an illusion. And a person who is living a delusion is mentally ill.
Let the future generations go fuck themselves. The only thing you want to leave behind in life is a stinking, rotting corpse.