From Nowhere to Nowhere. Why?..
I have found the answer.
We all are going from nowhere to nowhere. Everybody is drawing his own history in deep snow and while dying can see how this snow melts, destroying all the memories, how the spring of forgetfulness comes.
In ten years there will be only two or three people to remember me. And when they die, I will be only a pair of lines in official documents - born in 1992, dead in ....
And here come other questions:
For the sake of what am I living? Not an abstract person, but me myself?
Is there any use in my life? Or am I spending world's resources in vain? Maybe someone else, unborn because of me, was to live a better life? And here I am. Living. Keeping someone's place.
It seems that the sense of my existence is to find answers to these endless questions.
Why? Who? Where? And maybe...
Endless list. Endless thoughts. Rising and breaking hopes, dreams, plans...
Here I am. To live. To answer. To bare this angry malicious world.
Having questions ask me. Maybe I will be of some help. Maybe it'll give my life a new sense for a week or to.
I live. I answer. I am.
Here I am.
Опубликовано с m.livejournal.com.
We all are going from nowhere to nowhere. Everybody is drawing his own history in deep snow and while dying can see how this snow melts, destroying all the memories, how the spring of forgetfulness comes.
In ten years there will be only two or three people to remember me. And when they die, I will be only a pair of lines in official documents - born in 1992, dead in ....
And here come other questions:
For the sake of what am I living? Not an abstract person, but me myself?
Is there any use in my life? Or am I spending world's resources in vain? Maybe someone else, unborn because of me, was to live a better life? And here I am. Living. Keeping someone's place.
It seems that the sense of my existence is to find answers to these endless questions.
Why? Who? Where? And maybe...
Endless list. Endless thoughts. Rising and breaking hopes, dreams, plans...
Here I am. To live. To answer. To bare this angry malicious world.
Having questions ask me. Maybe I will be of some help. Maybe it'll give my life a new sense for a week or to.
I live. I answer. I am.
Here I am.
Опубликовано с m.livejournal.com.