Have you ever felt lost, and unwilling to make choices that determine the way you are going? But a few hours later it might seem like nothing, life goes on, you say. But how will it go on will depend on what choices you make. Time, they say, heals everything.
But does it?
Time, to some, helps them to forget pain and let their hearts and wound heal with the stitches of time. To others, it is merely a reminder of how long they have been suffering. Water helps to keep a boat afloat, and yet it can overturn it. Time, what a thing.
We all die someday. So thus people cram in whatever they wish to do in the few decades. Grades, grades, grades, results, achievements. So what about our happiness. So what if we get top results in the whole wide world and beyond. Sure, it'll make you feel good. You get published in the newspapers. But a few decades later, your descendants won't even know who are you. Only a few people's name has been remembered by many. And they have invented what's there to be invented and done what could be done. So what's the whole point?
The meaning of living is blurred to me sometimes. Sometimes, I see my point in living so clearly. I'd do well in everything and make myself a somebody. Wow, a somebody. Everyone is a somebody. The difference lies in whether you are a famous one or not. And yet, sometimes. As I read and I think, what really is the purpose of our existence? And then I'd get confused and lost. Perhaps no one really knows why humans exist. Perhaps if we never did exist, well, I don't know what will happen. Cause I wouldn't be here blogging about the purpose of our existence. This is crap you might say as you read this. Crap to you? But it is something very important to me. I need to write what I really feel about this whole life thing and ponder really carefully. If not, the line between sanity and insanity will be erased. Sure, I can't see the difference between dreams and reality, my team can attest to that. I've come to realize I've never really felt wide awake, or clear in the head or anything since I began to think like I was some great philosopher. Somebody save me. Guide me.
But perhaps, there is the slightest possibility, that all along, I was subconsiously searching for my Utopia.
