The point…
What is it you might ask? Idk and
that there really is the problem we aim to solve.
But no one knows what the true point of it all is.
Why are we here?
Why do we really feel the desire to fulfill something that we may never really know or understand?
Still I wonder, what happens when “it’s” fulfilled?
Do they clap, throw roses, give you cookie, or just wait around for the next existential crisis to arise?
When we reach what we have been aiming for all this time; that fulfillment that’s individualized to each and every one of us, the end however it’s always the same…
we die.
So what was really the point then?
Apr 20, 2023
Apr 20, 2023 at 12:20 AM UTC
The point…
What is it you might ask? Idk and
that there really is the problem we aim to solve.
But no one knows what the true point of it all is.
Why are we here?
Why do we really feel the desire to fulfill something that we may never really know or understand?
Still I wonder, what happens when “it’s” fulfilled?
Do they clap, throw roses, give you cookie, or just wait around for the next existential crisis to arise?
When we reach what we have been aiming for all this time; that fulfillment that’s individualized to each and every one of us, the end however it’s always the same…
we die.
So what was really the point then?
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