Sometimes when you really think about it, what is the purpose of life?
Are we really here to do something? Or it's really just free-for-all?
On a good day, I believe life is what we make of it. Today, however, is not one of those days.
Today, I'm wondering what's the point of it all.
Today, I wonder if we've all been wired by media and societal expectations to seek certain things in life. The so-called fairy tale ending for our supposedly perfect lives.
Don't get me wrong. I am happy...
I think I am happy....
Maybe I am happy....
Fuck happy.
Sometimes, we work so hard in life, to achieve things; the good grades, to be that good friend, the understanding person, the immaculate work, show stopping presentations and all that jazz. But what's the point of it all. Hoarding accomplishments like trophies that doesn't make any difference anyway?
Is it supposed to make a difference? Slowly snowballing into subtle changes?
I really don't know. I just want to know does all these trying make a difference. I've never been a believer of fate. But sometimes, I think it's much easier to just leave it all to 'fate', lay down and let life take its course.