Mar 09, 2004 03:08
Here at Bard, in this contained little world, people think that they are something new and different. They think that they are some superfly supreme being, better than anyone in the outside world. Mega dreams for the mundane. In their fantasy land they fail to realize that they are no different from anyone else. Their lives will play out most likely like every other drone on this planet. You can dress anyway you want, and know all the latest music and films, and be super cool, and super cute, but remember, when you leave here... your fashion isn't in style, and neither are you. It's the beauty of being human, isn't it. That I can think. And do you know what I think? There is no point to life... that point everyone is searching for, that inner meaning, there is NONE... it DOESN'T EXIST, for us to find out anyway, because we ruined it. Why are we here? As my mother would say, just because. So pretend you are happy by popping your zolof and prozac, drink your weekends away, drink your whole life away. Smoke yourself into an oblivion as often as possible, anything to forget that yep, your life is indeed meaningless, and in a see of faces you are just another face. Life is pointless when you are living in a lie. And at this point people, everything is fabricated, from your original thoughts, to your emotions, to your desires. Fantasy Land. Although I can't say my life is pointless... I will never live a day on this earth when there is not another being suffering, and that is the point of my life.