This is mostly about my doubts and random thoughts on life.
The question is, what is life really? Does it have a point?
I mean, what is having a life exactly? What does the phrase "get a life" mean?
Is what I have what having a life is?
What is my purpose? For what are we here for?
... What is the meaning of this journey?
Questions go on and on in my head about this. I feel like people are doing so much more than I am out there. Sometimes, I feel like my existence isn't worthy. Like there is no purpose for me. Like if life was given to me by mistake. My life is so safe and without words like adventurous or exiting. Others might disagree but this is how I feel. My life never really modifies as the days go by, it's a routine really. I barely have a functional social-life. My family is collapsing and more distant by the second. At the moment, I have an active love-life. But love doesn't stop me from questioning life, my life. I feel like I can't get help from others to find such answer and meaning. Come on, there's got to be something that I have to do or can do to answer this.
... Don't help me conscience, you have no say on this. I have to do this by myself...
I close my eyes, take a deep breath and have a little chat with myself in silence...
That's it... I think I got it.
The answer was infront of me all along.
· Sat Aug 15, 2009 @ 05:54pm · 2 Comments