When I'm alone, my mind goes wandering deep into the abyss of doubt and wonder, visualizing a thousand images of possible actions and outcomes of my life.
Yet past me could not have possibly imagined me being in my current state.
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I've always had a hobby of observing people's behaviour, making theories of whys and hows. A sense of accomplishment would surge through my body as I finally make a sensible theory in my brain.
But all theories would ultimately lead to one final question, why are we alive?
It's an amazing yet disturbing question which has everything to do with our being. Truth be told, nobody knows, and nobody will ever know.
So why do we wake up in the morning, why do we take care of our health, why do we try to love, why do we even try to survive, when in the end, we would be lying still and lifeless.
Let me visualize a scene for you. Imagine it's 7 o'clock on a Monday morning, people waking up to get ready for school or rushing to get to work. And on roads, there are thousands and thousands of cars speeding to their destination. Yet none of them truly know why they are doing what they are currently on to.
It's like we're on a fixed pattern of living life. Be born, survive, die. Harsh as it seems, it's reality.
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The fate of this post is not meant to end in a depressing note.
Now that I've realized I basically have no apparent reason to be alive, I try to make my own reasons. Personally, I don't want to die and rot and leave no substantial difference to the world or even worse, a bad difference.
Leaving the world knowing that I've done my part in making it a better place to live in for future generations is my reason to be alive, and that is what I strive for while this body I possess is still able to do good.
Leaving the world knowing that I've done my part in making it a better place to live in for future generations is my reason to be alive, and that is what I strive for while this body I possess is still able to do good.
