Monday, June 22, 2009
Life has been dreadfully mundane of late. Am I the only one that likes talking about life? Why is life so good to some people and such a bitch to others?
So whats our purpose on Earth? Why are we here? We could have been anything from a leaf to a dog to a level 68 blood elf hunter with a season 6 gladiator helmet (ha ha ha), but no seriously. Why do a series of extremely unfortunate events only happen to some people? We were all born equal. But evolution has made it such that we are now born unequal- some are richer, some are poorer. At the end of the day, what do we live for? We live to survive. How do we survive? We eat. So its kind of like a vicious cycle, right? Like we eat, we live. We live, we hunt for food, we continue living until our insides get too old and we stop functioning and we die.
I really don't know, but there's got to be more than that to life. We live every day only once. Live life.
Don't you hate this feeling: like you're here, but you're not. Like someone cares, but they don't. Like you belong somewhere else but here. Memory is a tenous thing don't you think? Like a camera with a failing lens, sometimes your focus is so sharp it hurts you. Other times, it gets so vague, so blur, you'd wish you could remember more.