Over the past few months, I have come across one question continuously. I don't know why everyone has started asking this question but it seems like it's a given that the question must be asked this time of the year. And I was quite obviously ignorant of this. Now, I know.
Having lived two decades of my life, it's quite disturbing to be asked the reason for my life. And it's even more disturbing when I didn't have an appropriate answer to it. What is it that I was really living for? What does anyone live on for? Thinking about it, immortality is out of the question and rightly so- someone has to die sometime, right? So, we're all basically living to die.
It's funny how I'm working my backside off with my education just so I can take all of my degrees to the grave with me. Better still, I'm going to leave behind all the materialistic possessions, all of my relationships, everthing that I would have ever worked for. All gone. Just like that.
Yet when I was asked this question, I sought to escapism. As many of you will too. I chose not to think about it. I mean, who's got the time, right? But I urge you to think about it. Maybe you've got the answer. In which case, I would urge you to tell me about it so that I would know too. Makes sense? I'm sure it doesn't. But what is anyone going to do about it, right?
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