We don’t make the difference, nobody makes a single difference to the world. You don’t matter but for the little circle of habits you’re surrounded by, if you weren’t there your work would have been taken by someone else, and your love/friends/the time itself, would have gone by almost as kindly as they are going by now. I was thinking it this evening..
What is my life? What are the ridicolous hours i’m delivering pizzas the weekend? And you? You’re so sure to mean something to all this, and not just be a vain crumble of sand in an infinite nothing?
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I think about this often….how everything would go on as usual if I were to die at this exact moment…. The sun would still come up and go down….the dog would still bark….my sister would still go to school… I question the existence of my being very often…. I just wish I had never been subjected to anything ….non existence was the best gift my parents could have given me I swear
it sucks man.. i don’t know