I will be unable to write.
For my thinking skills are non existent at the moment.
I feel very stupid at the moment.
I'm starting to question the meaning of my existence.
What is the point in my mere existence?
Is there really a point to my life?
Where do I stand?
What role am I to play in this vast universe?
Am I just a bug in society, consuming repetitively like any normal human would do?
Do I stand here just for the fact of being here?
Am I merely paraphernalia?
Am I just for decoration?
To flatter those who need to be pleased?
What am I a mere hedonist?
That only seeks pleasure for one’s self.
Is there really a point to my life?
Where do I stand?
What role am I to play in this vast universe?
Am I just a bug in society, consuming repetitively like any normal human would do?
Do I stand here just for the fact of being here?
Am I merely paraphernalia?
Am I just for decoration?
To flatter those who need to be pleased?
What am I a mere hedonist?
That only seeks pleasure for one’s self.
This lies as an unsolved mystery for me.
I often think it’s imprudent to leave questions unanswered.
But, this one is too vast and vague.
And as human beings, I fear to conquer or to even encounter this vague things.
That only an omniscient person or creature can answer.
It may seem hard to masticate everything.
But soon, I will find out reasons.
Soon, I will find answers to what is left behind.
Soon, I shall end the never ending questions that lie beneath.
Soon, I’ll solve my dilemma.
Soon, I’ll find out…
Why do I exist?
Hopefully, I’ll understand by that time the truth.
And be able to answer this erudite dilemma of mine.
I hope by that time, serendipity will be with me.
I hope although multifarious questions come to my mind, I’ll be able to solve them all vividly.
But if you have found yours, please share how you figured out your meaning.
Who knows the path you might have taken might be the same path I'll travel through later on. ninja
