| Strange...life. We live, we die. And somewhere in between we struggle to find a reason for it all. Sometimes, most of the time we don't really think about the reason. We just go. We go and set goals for ourselves and strive for those goals because it might bring us some spark of happiness, joy, or maybe some feeling of justification that there is a reason for being here, for existing. But even if you get the job, even if you get the life you were wanting, then what? You got what you wanted, do you want more? If you do why? What's the point? Even if you do get everything you want, then what? Something still isn't right. There's always the question, "Why, what is the point of it all?" You think to yourself, "There has to be more to life than this." Or you don't think that at all. In fact you shudder at the thought so you submerse yourself in obtaining everything you desire. But why? To what end? So you can fit in with the rest of the world? So you won't be seen as different? So they won't judge you? Who are they to judge? Are they not in the same situation? But somewhere, somehow a sense of conformity developed. You have to act, think and go about life in a certain way. Why? Isn't it your life? Shouldn't you be allowed to go about your life without others calling it strange? What about becoming a better person? How do you go about doing that? What makes you a better person?
I'm curious, what are your thoughts on it all?
EDIT: My fault for not making a clearer point. The reason for this post is to point out more or less that alot of people spend most of their lives chasing things that they think will make them happy. I just find it funny that's it not the end result that made them happy, it was the journey, the adventure in getting there that made them happy. I see nothing wrong with a little thought here and there. Sometimes you just have to go through some really rough times in order to break away from that which is holding you back. |
