Being my first post does not make this in any way special but I'll try my best not to freak you out. I'm a very weird person who sees the world in his own weird way and let me tell you, it's not HD.
P.S. I'm funny in a sarcastic way.
Why do I exist?
What is the purpose of my existence?
I am a useless juvenile member of a dominating body of animals that govern a beautiful planet, the third from the Sun to be precise. I am a burden, another animal for my parents to bear, a slot where you input but receive no output. Why am I alive?
Wake up, eat, go to school, complain about our impractical education system, return, eat, sit in front of a five-year old laptop, question my existence, conclude that I am a waste of space, sleep.
My life in a nutshell.
Which is why I'm asking the question: what is the meaning of life?
According to the Oxford Dictionary it is the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death.
To me, it is a game that God plays for His own reasons where you have to grow up and become a doctor or an engineer, make as much money as possible, enjoy life in the least, put up with inhuman creatures and then wait to be diagnosed with cancer or something and then die. The best part is of course, death. Death is similar to our childhood. No worries. La-la-la.
This whole process of pondering my existence was set into motion today, when I heard my parents complaining about the bills and our fees (I'm not an only son). "Where are we going to get all the money from?"
That's when I started wondering which could be the least painful path to death.
Ha ha. Scared you. I'm not a suicidal kind of person. Suicide is for sissy cowards. I will never suicide.
Which means, in case you find me dead as if by suicide, it's not me. Most likely a clone.
I'm sorry. I'm sometimes too morbid even by my standards.
Tomorrow I will revert to my dorky self; the one that everyone likes.
I love to make people laugh.
Wake up, eat, go to school, complain about our impractical education system, return, eat, sit in front of a five-year old laptop, question my existence, conclude that I am a waste of space, sleep.
My life in a nutshell.
Which is why I'm asking the question: what is the meaning of life?
According to the Oxford Dictionary it is the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death.
To me, it is a game that God plays for His own reasons where you have to grow up and become a doctor or an engineer, make as much money as possible, enjoy life in the least, put up with inhuman creatures and then wait to be diagnosed with cancer or something and then die. The best part is of course, death. Death is similar to our childhood. No worries. La-la-la.
This whole process of pondering my existence was set into motion today, when I heard my parents complaining about the bills and our fees (I'm not an only son). "Where are we going to get all the money from?"
That's when I started wondering which could be the least painful path to death.
Ha ha. Scared you. I'm not a suicidal kind of person. Suicide is for sissy cowards. I will never suicide.
Which means, in case you find me dead as if by suicide, it's not me. Most likely a clone.
I'm sorry. I'm sometimes too morbid even by my standards.
Tomorrow I will revert to my dorky self; the one that everyone likes.
I love to make people laugh.
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