We are all on the verge of death. Some know it but most don’t. This is our literal reality and it applies to all life on earth because whomever takes birth, is going to die. It may be today, it may be in 70 years from now but we are all lined up in the queue waiting for our ferry to the other side, our chariot to the heavens, our next birth in another body. That is how life works here on earth.
Some put a plaque with the dead person's name on a bench for remembrance. I prefer to write these posts for the same reason.
Young folk can’t think along these lines since they feel that they have a lifetime ahead of them. However, we all know that death can arrive at any time, through illness or accident. As we age, we see others die around us and we know our time becomes shorter with every passing day. My thoughts turn to this due to the despondency I get when I see how useless my posts here are at attracting any votes. I mean 13 votes from even less readers since some are auto.
The Hive dev and whale boycott of my posts is a sorry state of Hive in my opinion, after being here since late 2017. I feel like I waste my time here on this profile writing for no one but myself. It used to be good. I used to get much better votes. I had a readership of more than 5. And whales used to upvote my posts. Now after all these years on Hive, it has tanked. Hive is flat, and almost dead. Some whales coin it and some poor noobs, idealistic in their naivete dream of making money. Good luck to you.
I have tried and failed here on Hive. All my university education and a lifetime of experience as I approach 60 years old, amounts to nothing here on Hive. Maybe 10 cents a post. Thanks guys, you are very kind. So for me death is the main focus today. I see it coming and it’s taking its time. Why must I wait so long for the inevitable? I have done my time, I have written my legacy. I’m done with this place.
Yet still here I sit. Churning out chaff for the wind, like a parrot on steroids chirping his swan song to the empty forest. Hive you have failed me on this profile. I power up and I write day after day, for nothing, ten cents. Well, that’s too bad. I will wallow in my misery and obscurity as the death train arrives. At that point I will feel happier. Misery is a cruel friend as you approach death in the cold winter on an empty wallet with no work and no prospects of whale assistance on the sinking ship of Hive.
I don’t have the joy of the Hive, I see the depression of the Hive in my post readership and my upvote count. It is dismal. And yet I am lucid and there is nothing wrong with my prose. All this original creative content is a waste but then I have all this time waiting for death so I sit and ramble on saying whatever comes to mind, since there is no reader, no upvote, and no worries as a result. This Hive is useless to me here, so ramble ramble ramble or as they say in the vernacular bla bla bla.
Whatever man, have a chill pill, you will feel better. Yes you are right, I am stuck in this doldrums of the unheard artist. The empty vessel making loads of noise and signifying nothing. This post, like the past several for weeks now, is useless and can be burned, like my corpse in a few days. Who needs this pathos? I certainly don’t. You can have it all, knock yourself out. I am leaving the building as soon as my death chariot arrives. Why is it taking so long?
You don’t need useless eaters like me and the other basket of deplorables on your fine planet. Bump us off with the vax or something, I don’t care for this planet. Its a hell hole. I read the news, I know my history and I see the bigger picture. No amount of flowery words will stop my death train arriving, or yours, so get used to it.
I can’t be bothered to fake a smile for nothing. You can share my misery and despair while you enjoy your upvotes flowing in. I remember how it used to be. I could get 40 Hive per post. Those were the good old days. Now I get 0.40 Hive per post. Does that sound right to you? So go and post some recipes and cat pictures, they will get you lost of upvotes. Don’t bother to read philosophy or morbid autobiography. You are wasting you time here. I’m writing for myself, not for you.
Life is about to end, I can see the bus arriving. It’s getting closer. And that’s why I have prepared for this day. Have you? I have spent a lifetime walking away from all the material energy that this planet has to offer. I don’t want it I don’t need it, I am eternally fine thanks, once this life ends. I have no desire to return. You can all rot on when I leave. I will be walking into my original body and mind, my eternal palace in the afterlife. You lot will rot on here under your illusion. I have been blessed by Hive to know rejection and alienation. I learned it here on Hive. I know now how to renounce and live on dry bread and peanut butter while others lunch on filter coffee and almond milk.
Death, oh my friend, winter cold and empty life and larder are your embellishments. Where is the disease? Perhaps in the mind. It’s all in the mind. Actually I’m fine but I just needed to vent at the empty walls, at the empty Hive where no one reads this stuff and no one upvotes. You one random odd reader, you are an anomaly not the norm. So consider yourself the odd one. You can do better going somewhere else to read a recipe or some game or fitness blog, which I find more boring and useless than most posts, but hey it scores you upvotes and you can stay dumbed down so rock on dead man walking. Your time will come. Wait I hear the bus coming now.
Get ready boy. You will have to board that train regardless of your ticket. We all do, some just think they can escape it by ignoring the elephant in the room. Well my elephant is staring me in the face, and Hive has helped me to embrace death with ease, sine there is nothing here for me, not on Hive and not anywhere else. This is the sound of death approaching. You may wish to look away if you feel squeamish or are not philosophically ready to face your own mortality. I have been ready since I was a kid, thanks to my intelligence and ability to think deeply.
You enjoy your actifit and recipes and cat pictures. Don’t say I didn’t warn you that the train is coming and your seat is booked. You can’t take any of this Hive coin with you so learn how to live with nothing right now, otherwise the shock as the train arrives will be harder for you to handle. No thanks required. See you on the other side.
