At best...

For the longest time I could remember, a specific thought has overpowered my rational sense of thinking: the fact that life is the eternal displacement where we should not be. A narrow tube in which we missed the off-chance to be propelled into the perpetual bliss that is our next life.

People have often stated that in our existence there exists several places: earth, heaven and hell. For the devout catholics there's also purgatory.

Many people define earth as a sullen state of limbo that is the intermediate point in our existence before we are catapulted to our next destination.

But what if it's not? what if earth is just another exit. Another turning point in our miserable little, ill-forgotten lives that we, in our misguided approach to cosmic travel misdirected and landed in.

What if everyone existing right now was meant for something far greater than to be placed in this god-forsaken (a term loosely used) plane of existence.

This is how I see it. We were created from the noblest and purest of molecular designs. constructed in the cosmos and given the freedom of choice and understanding as all perfect higher beings are given.

We were then placed on a proverbial slingshot fashioned from the stars and the galaxies that littered that plane of existence and flung to the farthest reaches of nothingness to a plane of existence by a higher power.

We were supposed to land on heaven but was misdirected and ended up landing on earth, a shy stretch from hell.

It's not unheard of, yet what we sinisterly don't take into account is that all this is metaphorical and proverbially intended for the bored and unwashed.

So it all comes down to the simple fact that all this is horse shit. good day.