Our time? Our freedom? Our lives? Our inconvenience? Why are we here? Do we live for ourselves? Everybody else? The world? Materialism? To learn and grow? To suffer? (Sure seems like it, for most.) Are we leaving the world better or worse off for having lived? (Stupid question, I know. Rhetorical even, considering the state of the world.)
How many are born enthusiastic, and end up jaded before they hit 35, if they even live that long?
Do you enjoy life? Really think it's worth perpetuating? Or did you only do that because people told you that was what you were supposed to do? Can you still think for yourself, or do you just react to other people's opinions? Is anything in that walking corpse you are stuck in, of its own design? Or have you been so programmed you might as well be an automaton?!
WHAT ARE YOU???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And, why?
Hmmmmmmmm. I'm not saying or asking anything that hasn't been said or asked before, but still. . .should I change my handle to 'The Midnight Philospher"?
Nahhhhhhhhhhhh.
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