Sunday, May 07, 2006
(writer's note: i've just read through that i've written below, and i can safely say it's just plain old verbal diahorea, so don't even bother reading it.)
i'm feeling lukewarm.
my passion for life is semi-dead for the moment. i'm living for the sake of living. i've tried living for an ideal, doesn't really work. i've tried living for someone else, all it does is to wrench your heart out when the person leaves.(but to put it in perspective, she wasn't really here in the first place). I've tried living for a goal, but life loses its meaning when the goal is achieved. so i've been thinking, what is the meaning of life? What's the Answer? Don't tell me it's 42, i'll kill you.
so all i'm left with is feeling lukewarm.
how many of you feel warm and motivated when you read books like The Alchemist? i do. yet it's effect lasts for a grand total of fifteen minutes.
so i'm still thinking. what's life for? all we seem to do is wait to cease to exist in the next seventy years.
maybe. just maybe. i should try living for God. that's the only thing i haven't tried yet.
8:34 AM
