The Meaning of Life

Disclaimer: This essay in no way represents me.

Sitting on the open grassland that stretches as far as the eye can see, i gulp in breaths of fresh fragrant air. Nature is vibrant all around me as antelopes run playfully around, birds chirp sweetly, enveloping me in the theatre of nature. With a contented sigh, I lie back and bask myself in the warm sunshine that gives a benign smile to all in its hug.
My body feels the soft-wetness of the grass, the velvet-like feeling that pleases me so. This is the bed I share with all nature, and I feel at one with it.
I laze in the sun until day turns into night and the clear blue sky is replaced by the romantic starry night. The stars twinkle brightly under the backdrop of the dark enchanting blue cloth that is the sky and I sigh again at the marvellous sight before me.
As dawn breaks, I am awake and I thoughtfully admire the rising sun that is clothed in a brilliant hue of red. Slowly, it rises and another cycle begins. (...and i go crazy from here)
But, isn't something missing? Like other people? Hey, wait a minute, I know why. It's because this is my private property, mine and mine only, and I laugh loudly and wickedly!
I walk towards my gas-guzzling SUV and get in. Then, I drive like a maniac towards the exit of my property. I drive past the sign that proudly proclaims "Private property of YL. Trespassers will be prosecuted"
Soon I reach a castle, something like the ones in fairytales. It's in a bright shade of yellow and white and about the size of five football fields and best of all, IT'S MINE! BWAHAHA!
I drive straight in. Almost immediately, I feel the urge to pass motion, so I go to the marvellous toilet tiled in gold and sit on the toilet made of diamonds.
Next, I switch on the computer to play some games. I play for 24 hours straight and only stop because I cannot keep myself awake. I wake up with bulging eyeballs and deep eyebags and boy do I feel evil.
I board my helicopter and fly past a poor part of the town, and I begin throwing out thousand-dollar bills. Waves of humanity pour forth from the residences and lunge for the few pathetic thousand-dollar bills. Oops, I think I've started a riot. I hate bloodshed, so I fly away in my helicopter.
The next stop is my office, where I am boss. In my 150th floor office, I look through the window onto the world outside and everyone seems like tiny ants. I feel like the king of the world. As I check on my company's latest profits, my ruby-studded watch clangs against the mahogany table. I sink into my massage chair and daydream about my money.
Sometime soon, I'm going for a cruise in my 300-foot yacht. I guess this is pretty much the meaning of life.


lol mrs albar failed me for this