lately, when i get bored at work, i start writing in a notebook. whatever comes to my head is what i write, and usually it's just random ramblings that probably only mean something to me. the following is an example of one of those instances:
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there's this ongoing feeling that we're all searching for something. an ongoing longing, if you will. will we ever find it? will we ever fill the void in our lives? perhaps it's something that we can only find within ourselves, but we're too busy looking to everyone else for the answers. or perhaps it doesn't exist at all, and if we could just stop looking we'd see that.
it is doubtful that we will ever know the meaning of life, or be able to answer all of life's great mysteries, but still we search, and question, and ponder. not that i think questioning or pondering is a bad thing, but i do not think it should be the only thing. there's a saying that curiosity killed the cat. then again, there's also a saying that to make an omlet you're going to have to break a few eggs.
if we search all of our lives for answers we may never find, was our life worth it? or will we all look back with regrets, wishing we would have done things differently? am i failing to adhere to my own logic by writing this? by giving thought to thought, am i creating a vicious cycle? will it never end? in death do we stop? or do we merely continue on in another life, in another form?
in death we give life to the earth, which sustains life for the animals, which sustains life for humanity. unless, that is, you're a vegetarian or vegan, and then you just stop at the second step and ignore the third one altogether. regardless, by giving life back after death, is that our purpose? do we only live to die? is death an endpoint, or a goal? what makes it either? will we ever know? does anyone else actually care?
doubtful. that's okay. when i'm out of space on the page i will be done. though, can you ever actually be out of space? isn't there always going to be more space? space is, as far as we know, infinite. we have so much space that we feel the need to fill it up. there's space we haven't even discovered, but rest assured that when we do we will start filling it up too. accumulation of stuff. maybe that's life. or space. who knows.
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interesting thought process. come to think of it, aren't we all caught up in a cycle of trying to define ourselves, our lives and of life itself? I guess we could do no worse than to just simply live, enjoy life and care for our surroundings ;-)
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