Despite my (sincere)efforts to understand the meaning of my life, I have come nowhere close to it. In fact given up on it. I have concluded that my life sux...But so does every one else'and the irony of the situation is that people actually take pride in what they think is the aim of their life.
Come to think of it,they say: U are only as happy as U think you r...but is the same true for sadness?
I wonder if the world we live in actually exists or is it birthchild of some pshyco (who is as jobless as me) and everyone I see is a theatre artist who plays the character assigned to him by the 'pshyco' director..The artists remain the same, the director changes(he's still some 'pshyco') and so does everyone's role in the play..The fact that the director is always some pshyco makes sure that the play always remains arbit(hence hard to understand).
There are questions asked to which my eccentric mind gives an array_out_ofbounds exception bcoz it simply cant answer them however hard it tries..A few of them are :
Questions(I ask) Answers(I get)
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1)Can I be a better person? Wats the point..y wud u do that
2)Should I be more ambitious? --do--
3)Is my life pointless? Who cares..jus go thru the motions
4)Y do i have to put my frustration on a public display To buy attention(probably)
When you are in the middle of sea..just go with the wave..ther's no point resisting the flow..
Thats wat , I am doin..rite?
ashish
