I welcome change,
for only it is steady and consistent.

I welcome chaos,
for it is particularly persistent.

I welcome death,
as if I had a choice.

I welcome everything,
because I am its voice.

Bringing back the old school with an original 8-bit chiptune track, which I titled, “Remember Me.” I hope you enjoy listening to it as much as I enjoyed composing it.

Click play to listen to Remember Me

I am a cynic in the sense that I think that people intrinsically have underlying selfish motives whether they be conscious or unconscious. I have doubts in pure altruism, meaning that I think that most if not all acts have a selfish motive. While some acts may have been acted on in the interest of another, I doubt that those acts do not also have a selfish motive. To me, this can even be the “good” feeling you get from helping another. People will argue that when they perform such an act (which they call an “altruistic” act), they were only concerned about the others well-being. Yet, these same people have high regards for performing altruistic acts, and they get a high from attempting to do so. To me, this is yet another selfish motive that renders the act altruistic-less or at least not purely or only altruistic.

At minimum, we all have an underlying instinct for survival. We are instinctively motivated by this to preserve our own well-being. This primitive instinct seems to be at the heart of most of our selfish acts. Arguments will come up with examples like how a soldier in war might throw himself upon a grenade to save his platoon. How I see it is that this soldier was conditioned to believe that doing so is the right thing to do, and so he does so, because of the feeling he gets from doing the right thing.

I think that “selfishness” has an undeserved bad reputation and so called “altruistic” acts are held in an unwarranted high regard. I’m not trying to take credit away from anyone for anything like that, it is just my observation.

We are temporary beings subject to the laws of the universe and we are raised and shaped to have the mentality that we can “have it your way” when in reality we cannot. We are determined by a chain of cause and effects, and when things don’t go how we think they “ought” to, then we are discontented. Our longing for comfort and survival go so far as to the point we disillusion ourselves to believe there are such things as ghosts\spirits that live on after our physical bodies die, that there is a god that we will meet after death, etc… There is no evidence of such things and it only reflect mans instinct and longing for survival.

The only way to be content is to accept that we are transient beings in a chaotic violent universe. We are made of recyclable material that will be recycled again, and our consciousness will not follow. If we accept this, we know our term is the only term we have, and the closest thing to an objective purpose that there is, is simply to survive. The universe has no commitment to make us happy. Happiness is drug that too many are addicted to. We can only be content with how things are, not how we think things ought to be.