the most important thing in life is death

There is no single person in the world who you can trust. There is not one person in the world who will never hurt you. No-one will be there for you no matter what. Anyone will betray you at some point. Everyone harbours bad feelings towards people closest to them, people they know, people they don't know very well. But the way we feel towards our family and our best friends sometimes ' jealousy, distaste, irritation, hatred. When did I start wishing I wasn't human?
Why do people insist on throwing around the term 'love'? Teenagers love their boyfriends or girlfriends after a week, 2 weeks, 2 days. People in love make love to other people. People in love argue daily and resent each other. Overbearing and hypocritical mothers love their children and spoilt, ignorant children love their mothers. What makes us think we are so superior to other species? Love is not about soul mates, or fate, or feelings. It's about the innate need to protect the young, adaptive behaviour, just like geese, just like monkeys and birds. Falling in love is only a feeling of attachment in order for us to reproduce, to carry on the human race. Friendship is only a past-time. Friendship from when we are young teaches us how to manipulate others into thinking we are good people and to do what we want. Friendship is practise for life. It all comes down to the only person that matters, the only person that means something. Themselves, yourself, myself.
When someone dies, suddenly everyone was their best friend. It seems like insanity when death is the most important thing in life. At least, the 'issue' which should be on people's minds every day, every minute. But people don't think about it, people pretend it doesn't exist. People pay no attention to religion, but they can't take feeling upset for too long when some-one close to them dies, so they kid themselves that people go to some idealistic, magical all encompassing world in which everything about it defies the laws of every way they have lived, every step they have took, and every time they have bled, or slept. The day after the funeral, the biggest thing on their mind is the shopping, or an exam. Why do we spend so many years cramming and cramming information into our brain, learning about things we don't care about just so we can receive certificates that enable us to receive more notes which pay for things we don't need and don't particularly want? Why do we repress our innermost feelings and desires when there is almost no time for us to act them out before we no longer exist? If there is such thing as an afterlife, why do people cry when loved ones die? Why doesn't everyone commit suicide to get to this perfect existence? We all know that soon we'll all be gone, we won't have a body, we won't have a mind, we won't be anything, we won't know anything. But that is incomprehendible. Unthinkable.