domingo, enero 04, 2009

Meanings...

Or...what's the point of these? Thinking might be a dangerous activity before the eyes of the people, to the eyes (in a figurative way) of God, even to our own view. Because thinking took me to this idea: What's the point of living? What is the meaning of life?. I just see one thing: suffering. Feared, avoided, but inevitable. Then why to suffer if it can be avoided? How? Stopping the life. Is it really necesary to go through all these? What drives people? Some would say love? That's debatable. Some of us just know the painful side of it...the unrequited, the cruel. Anothers would say wealth. Too hard when you can barely survive, even if you work with all your strenght. Very unlikely. Health? Impossible to guarantee. Eventually sickness will catch you and render your body and mind useless. Loneliness, poverty, pain, anxiety, fear. The list could go on...But  I kinda made my point. Is really necesary to live this...years of pain in exchange for incredibly brief moments of happiness?.

Again I don't want to write this...but I hardly think so. 

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