Tell me, oh great world. What is the point of living another day. We all die in the end. Why waste precious air and space when all life causes chaos. Is it worth trying to change a world where in the end all we do is die.
It all happens whethter we wish it to or not. It's inevitable. Simple as that.
Life itself is fine. I only have the occasional death wish as every honest person will admit to. It does not shame nor spite me. Life strikes me as nothing but a plane of reality. I feel as though once we leave this plane of reality, we do not cease to exist we simply join another plane of reality.
To be clear I'm not talking about re-incarnation. The idea of reality planes is not a new one by far and is widely exepted by a great many scientists, scholars, and philosophers.
But at the same time I look around me and I think if this world has so many problems, why bother try and fix it. Just go with the flow.
Yeah thats right. Just go with it and watch it crash down around you. Just watch. Just laugh.
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