Frustration
Had a party for Brad on Saturday. I think it went so well. Heard a lot, did a lot, drank a lot.
I was able to forget, if only briefly, that life trudges forward to no particular end. Seems like we must all fade into nothing, our lives signifying nothing. What do other people strive for? I can't see it. Am I the only one who questions why existence is? What is the point in the lives of others around me? What is the point of my own life?
I see nothing reaching out, helping me to understand. I know what theology and ideology would say, but why give us life if the point is to live? Live until what? Until we fade to black, and that black becomes silt? Sometimes I wonder why life truly continues. It would seem to beg a point to be made of it, but there is no point, and yet we continue forward pointlessly. I can't be the only one questioning it, I just can't, but why isn't anyone else asking the question?
What does it mean to live? And what are we living for? I just can't accept that we are given life just to live it.
I was able to forget, if only briefly, that life trudges forward to no particular end. Seems like we must all fade into nothing, our lives signifying nothing. What do other people strive for? I can't see it. Am I the only one who questions why existence is? What is the point in the lives of others around me? What is the point of my own life?
I see nothing reaching out, helping me to understand. I know what theology and ideology would say, but why give us life if the point is to live? Live until what? Until we fade to black, and that black becomes silt? Sometimes I wonder why life truly continues. It would seem to beg a point to be made of it, but there is no point, and yet we continue forward pointlessly. I can't be the only one questioning it, I just can't, but why isn't anyone else asking the question?
What does it mean to live? And what are we living for? I just can't accept that we are given life just to live it.