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Second post today, I know, but what do you care? I can write whenever I want.
I'm sad. I don't even know why I'm just sad. I am so sick of living in this lame a** world, where every single day is exactly the same. I mean, what's the point of all this? What if this is just it? What if there's nothing after this, and we're all just a half-dream in the time span of the universe? And whenever the dreaming person wakes up, we all just disappear. What's going to happen to us then?
If we're just a dream, then who's the dreamer? Why do we have to suffer if we all just die and disappear? Every day we suffer, and every day a little piece of us dies. And we slowly just fade away, until we're black and white, non-existant. We become shadows; no one notices us. We lose our minds and our hearts, but what happens to our souls? What if we don't even have souls? What if we're just animals, and all this crap about us thinking consciously is really true for all other living things? What if every living thing knows about death? What if they go somewhere after all this crap, and we're the ones who just vanish?
And why are we here anyways? What made us? What made the world, and time, and space? What's the point of suffering if we don't know what we suffer for?