Life is boring. I mean that. Not 'My life is Boring' but 'Life is boring'. Distinction. Capital L.

Sure, there are parts that are interesting when you're in them, but when you step back, look around and think about things for a moment, you realise that nothing can possibly catch the fancy of people. I don't mean, of course, that people don't become interested in things. They do. But it's transitory. Constants don't exist in that context. Nothing can hold a person's interest permanently. For every item that may hold a person's attention and interest for any period of time, there will be a point when the passion will flare out. In some cases, it may reignite, but the very fact that there can be a waning in the first place is indicative of the utter impossibility of this item being something permanent. So long as there is a single moment when it is not constant, it is not constant.

It's kind of like a function in math. f may be constant in [a,b]. But if there is a point c in (a,b) where f is not continuous, the first statement is no longer true.

There simply isn't anything in human experience that does not flag in intensity of sentiment inspired. Nothing. Love is a very transient thing, I'm sorry. Nothing suggests that it's permanent. People get together, people break up, people remarry. Parents have kids, lose their tempers, all that jazz. There are breaks in the continuity. And since there are breaks, how can there be any permanent continuity?

So when I sit back and think about everything around me, there is simply nothing that I can see exciting me for anything more than a fleeting moment. If one accepts the existence of an afterlife, why should one expend the effort to chase these fleeting moments? What is an instant of pleasure or excitement to the eternity of existence? If one does not accept that there is such a thing as the afterlife, what then is the point of pushing through our brief lives with such ardour if there is simply nothing after all of this?

Now, I'm a Christian, and I do believe in an afterlife. Don't ask why, it's a matter of faith, illogical and complete. No argument will ever shake my belief, until, of course, the moment of truth when I die and find out. But despite the faith, there is a part of me that wonders if it would not be so bad if there simply wasn't anything after death. Birth, life, death, period. It would resolve a lot of the issues floating around my head. No problems like wondering about any sort of legacy, meaning of life, all that.

No point, I'll pick this up again later.