Excistence.
What an utter shithole.
Most of my days, I trek through life and I ask myself: What am I even doing here?
Cause that's what we all ask ourselves isn't it? What is our purpose?
People search, scientists study, believers lie to themselves and I despair.
There is no purpose. We are all just a byproduct of nature.
Billions of years ago, the universe said 'Boom' and we somehow developed from that.
I don't think that the universe really thought about why it said 'Boom'.
And that's the scary thing, isn't it? If you have no purpose you might as well just kill yourself.
Yes yes, there are people you love, nature to appreciate, experiences to be made.
Those sound like sorrow eccuses to me. I can't appreciate the good as much as I remember the bad. It won't let me chase it away.
And at the same time I'm scared of dying, of letting the bad win.
So really what other choice do I have? All I can do is suffer and cry. Cause right now, to me, that's what life seems to be about.
I'm not too excited about that either...
You can probably tell that my depression is particularly bad today.
