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i dont believe in god or fate or an afterlife, but somehow i manage to live on quite happily. this is only a recent revelation after the death of a friend. it isn't one birthed from cynicism, depression, pessimism, nihilism or the sort, but one of sheer belief stamped across my eyelids. of course, i also believe beliefs are constructed and subjected to change. i hate people who don't care about self-improvement. i hate when people tell me they dont like to read, or "don't have the time," when they do. i hate it when people can't spell and don't bother learning. same with speaking. it really boils down to the fact that i dont like people who take their life for granted. i think anyone can do anything they wanted if motivated enough. the body and mind are resiliant. excuses are for the weak. i think everything is important, because i think knowledge is important. i believe that the more you learn, by any means, the more you gain access to a meaningful existence. i could never be around anyone who didnt believe this as well. i believe in the existence of me, myself, corporally, but not myself eternally.
you and i are exactly who we mean to be.