Maybe I signed my life away before I was born. Maybe we were meant to suffer. Maybe suffering is our best friend. What is Happiness? What is Peace? When did I become so mentally wounded. Wounded by thoughts, wounded by anxieties, wounded by depression, even wounded by mass paranoia. Maybe I’m skitzo, I invited it in didn’t I. I invited it all in. Surrounded by suffering, when will it end.
I had a dream I was thrown into an abyss, heard the Devils voice and pleaded mercy to God. Where is God? Why does life happen the way it does. What’s the purpose of it all?
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“Where is God?”
Indeed. That’s one of the most important questions to ask. You might need to define exactly what it is you’re seeking, before you can find it.
Our brains tell us that there could be some meaning or something worth living for, like a survival instinct and the only reason it even has to tell us that is because we as humans have the ability to think about life, ponder our own existence and actually realize that it has no point
I’m seeking peace of mind. (Clevername)
Sigh, your absolutely right. I doubt animals have this compacity to think as we do. What does this all mean? What’s the point of it all.
That could be a lifelong pursuit. Some people never find it.
I hear that -.-