I wish I knew the answer to that.
Why do I exist?
Who am I?
Why am I here.
I seem unable to get past these questions. It like I draw a big blank and cannot find the point.
What is the point?
What if the life I am living is the point? What if how I live in it is why I am here? Shouldn't I be able to find a certain contentment with where I am and who I am?
I'm just so sick of it all.
"All".
Maybe that's too broad of a term yet I am having a hard time defining things right now. I am fuzzy in my head. And so very tired.
1 comment:
At least you can take comfort from the fact that you're an existentialist, darling. All the best people are...
Seriously, though... maybe think about things a little less, and just concentrate on experiencing everything that's going on around you? A kind of Buddhist approach...
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