Aging, mortality, and fingering the grim reaper

SO ON TODAY'S EPISODE OF WHAAAAT'S HENRY COOKIN UP - we actually have some really depressing shit and I'm going to try to paint everything in a really lighthearted stroke, however, it might still be an unpleasant read. O' ye mori be warned. 

So, on the 24th of May 2025 (approximately nine days prior), I crossed over into the land of taxes, booze, and cigarettes. Some might say that's a great thing, that maturity breeds prosperity. However, I beg to differ. As someone who has only ever been a child in life, I have no idea what I'm doing or where I'm going. Everyone expects people of age to have everything figured out, but I'm shameless in admitting that this is all just a crock of shit. Getting older sucks and however much anyone ever tries to argue with you, they're wrong. You know that overused line that they always assign to the edgy, nihilistic character in an action movie? "Life's a bitch and then you die"? Well, it's true. That may also just be edgy and nihilistic of me to say, sure, but what's left in life? Work to afford stuff that will either rot or deteriorate? Watch the people I grew up perceiving as gods wither and pass away? 

It's all just a bunch of superficial mediocrities left. Some may look at this in a different light and try to find purpose in life, then instill all their energy into that purpose (fulfillment, I think they called it), but that just doesn't seem right. As I've gotten older, I've realised how little anything actually means in life; humans are empty creatures who try so desperately to fill their ever-degrading husks before they completely fall apart. Is there beauty in that? Not really. Can you try your best to fill your husk with beautiful things? Sure, but that doesn't make you beautiful. 

Everyone is just living in their own bubble at the center of their own universe, each experience is unique, each emotion is intricate, each raindrop falls differently and on a different location. Life is meaningless in the way that meaning itself is a social construct. By applying human values to non-man-made things, we're either giving it meaning or taking any "potential" meaning away. So, I'm altering my statement from before: Life is a bitch and then you die, however, kissing the homies goodnight is emotional enrichment and rum tastes the best with orange juice.

I leave you with a quote from my own personal hero:"The club is bumping, the ladies look good, the alcohol is flowing. There is much pain in the world, but not in this room." 

Have a good day, and keep your head up; we can see your bald spot.

-H

p.s. I moved houses and lost Daniel - woe is me - mourning consumes my soul - I am a terrible father