J#1: My Depressing Philosophy
Humans are greedy creatures. They're obsessed with decorating themselves in front of people, hiding the shattered, lonely, insecure soul that the world rather the society will never care about. Deep down in our hearts we are desiring for attention. To be recognized. To be praised. To be admired but it all comes down to one thing, we all just wanted to be loved and understood in the end.
I despise people who are all glitter and shimmer outside but on the inside, you could see the rotten soul slowly destroying them.
Why do we take such lengths to be different? To be accepted? Why do we need to try to be unique when we're all the same?
Or maybe we convince ourselves that we're unique so we could have a fairy like reason to live despite in reality there is no meaning at all.
There is no heaven or hell.
There's no one watching us from above.
The stars don't shine for us, they just are.
If so then what is our goal?
I don't know. I'm not convincing anyone to believe me that life is meaningless. I would be called a nihilist. I'm not. I'm a human with opinions. I'm like every other person in the world. We are billions of people but I do believe there's someone out there who has a similar mindset and experience like I have.
I guess the goal for me is to exist.
Just exist and live out the rest of it.
- Hedonia
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Contohedonia's private journal. dumping topics that i like to talk about and something that i want to remind myself.
