So... Do we exist?
By what standard do we begin to "exist" in this world? Do we have a purpose? Why are we here? Do you ever ask why we exist? I know it's really weird and I know a few people that have asked this question to themselves, but has anyone ever really thought about the answer?
What's the point of being "alive" and "living life" if you don't know what you're doing or how to go about doing it?
Do you ever wonder about questions that could never actually be answered ? Have you ever tried to answer them yourself? Have you ever tried so hard to answer them that you lost sleep or let it send you into a fantasy that helped you create a fathomable/reasonable answer?
Are we forced to live in a world where we don't know anything about our life?
Just had to get that off my chest.
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SaggisticaOkay, so when I'm having any writer's block or just have any random thoughts rampaging through my brain or I really need to let people know something... I'll just write a little something in this little book. I'm here for you guys.
