philosophy is pretty much the vocation of the bored...
why would you ask the meaning of life if you're enjoying every single day... content with going to the office or school or whatever... earning money for being a slave and paying the schools to be punished...
it's bullshit... I don't understand it.. and.. I don't think I have to.. or want to...
life seems to be so insignificant.. well.. my life at least.. or your life.. as long as you're not some person in power or whatnot.. I am one in a billion people in the world.. and... what makes me different from each and everyone of them? I already know someone named Kenneth Fernandez.. it's pretty much difficult to establish myself as an individual..
I want things to matter.. to have meaning.. but at the end of the day.. I'm still at the losing end... I grow up.. grow old.. then die..
with the illusion of being able to make sense out of the random trivialities of everyday life...
...not wanting to live does not necessarily mean wishing for death..
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