The Unemployed Alcoholic Blog

“People all grow up to die.” – System of a Down

“The sole meaning of life is to serve humanity.” – Leo Tolstoy

I wish that one day, sometime soon, I would just wake up and be a billionaire (who doesn’t?). I hate having to “work” for a living. The whole concept seems totally counterintuitive to me. Why can’t I just move to Monaco already, live out my life on a yacht in the peaceful harbor, be a good host to friends and relatives, challenge strangers to battles of wits, read Balzac, Tolstoy, and Dostoevsky, write more blogs such as this one, hold heated discussions about minorities and other racy issues (JUST KIDDING!), smoke cranberry hookah and drink fine Belgian beer, host lavish parties from dusk till dawn, and make this lifestyle a part of my every day reality, rather than a mere dream I keep playing over and over in my mind just before I have to crack open my eyes at 7:30AM every weekday morning. What indeed is the point of life? Many say “children.” What an evil joke, however, god is playing on us, forcing every new generation of humans to grow, learn, and practice the same boring skills necessary for self-sustenance and survival, rediscovering the same ideas, over and over again. Where is this all headed, and why must I be a part of it? I believe that we all deserve our own little piece of paradise, and deep in my heart, I trust that we can all have it, that and a quiet peace of mind for the short amount of time we’ve been allotted on this planet, to take life in with great big breaths of wonderful, instead of short gasps of suffering merely to endure, and never really to begin to live. How do I manifest my dreams… and do it quickly?