Tired of wondering "Why?" and never getting the answers. Are all the answers in me?? I couldn't find some answers in me, nor in anyone else. What? Is it left to some fucking "unknown"?
It gets so exhausting trying my best searching for the answers, and never getting it. I'm not dependent on that "unknown"! No, not me! I've to do it myself! Let that unknown sit and burn his ass looking below and go... "hmmmm, that's how she deals with it"
To hell with it! What is the purpose??? What? I'm here for?? I do this, and in the end I get??
Pleasure yea. But only after I do this and that what I like. But what am I here for?
Sometimes I feel like I should be like those dumb people, who don't give a damn to this. Living for the sake of living. Living for the sake of eating. Enjoy, laugh and leave a print of this memory.
But thinking otherwise makes me different! I'll leave a print in a different way. I'm here for that? What for I'm here?
Ever since I had thought about this... I get no answers! Its getting on my nerves! Why do I exist. Yea... one part is true I'm here just cos of some biological thing and all.. blah blah.. And then the same question.
But today, I reached at one point. An unfinished answer. But it calmed me down for the moment.
I'm here cos I was meant to be here. To see this beauty called life. To taste this bitter and sweet symphony and make the best of it. And enjoy it my way. Its something precious... A timed gift.
And it still ends with "Why??" Waiting for a better satisfying answer.
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Think of it this way. You are nothing but an ensemble of carbohydrates among 7 billion on a tiny speck made of dust and water called earth. Think of an intelligent ant posing the same question to itself and imagine yourself to be an onlooker. Doesn't that look stupid?
There ain't any purpose. You don't count. There's only one purpose - eat, fuck, celebrate, enjoy!!
I used to think about these questions a lot. They used to matter to me a lot.But really, I think we do not really realise that even in between these questions life was really beautiful. This realisation suddenly hits us when we sabotage a very important part of our lives and then suddenly we realise that nothing at all, these questions, these 'metaphysical' truths, nothing matters in the least. By that time however that major part of our lives is gone.
Really, that is existence. That what happens when we are thinking about it. Instead of living it. In the end what is left is so many wishes. So many things you wanted to say and do. And nothing else.
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