Someone told me last Friday that there is no purpose in life. That life just is. We have to make the best out of it, take one day at a time, make life interesting or worth living, and then you die.
I always thought that everything happens for a reason. Which means that I was born for a reason. But maybe that's not true at all. Maybe there is no purpose in life. Maybe I'm just here to fill some quota before the next big thing happens, whatever that may be.
If that is true, it is a sad world indeed and I really don't know what I'm doing here. If I was really courageous, if I had any ounce of dignity (knowing that I'm nothing) I would end it here and now.
But alas, I am not. I will wait patiently for my time. Until my designated departure time or sooner if this bloody life will permit me.
I always thought that everything happens for a reason. Which means that I was born for a reason. But maybe that's not true at all. Maybe there is no purpose in life. Maybe I'm just here to fill some quota before the next big thing happens, whatever that may be.
If that is true, it is a sad world indeed and I really don't know what I'm doing here. If I was really courageous, if I had any ounce of dignity (knowing that I'm nothing) I would end it here and now.
But alas, I am not. I will wait patiently for my time. Until my designated departure time or sooner if this bloody life will permit me.
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