dazeddnconfused2004

Just Wondering....
2002-01-15 01:57:09 (UTC)

The Meaning of Life

Everyday I get up, 6 A.M., shower and get dressed and
leave by 6:45 to catch the bus to school. Most of the
winter its pretty dark out. Most of the time I'm late and
don't even get the chance to eat breakfast. The bus ride
sucks and then I arrive at that wonderful institution.
Wonderful? Did I say wonderful? I didn't mean that. I'm
actually being sarcastic. School sucks in plain English.
It hit me when I was sitting in English class at 7:30 in
the morning: There really isn't a point, rhyme or reason,
to most of what we do. It's not even a question if we
want to do it. We just do. Not to be a pessamist,
because I do consider myself as an optimist, but, What the
hell does it all matter in the end. Grades? No. Can't
be. Getting a good job? It's overrated. All people are
stressed no matter what their situation is, no matter how
well they did in high school and college and no matter how
good of a job they have. What really matters is what goes
on in your head. Your mental awareness and being. If
true happiness comes from your heart, there has to be a
way of avoiding the crap. Yes you heard me, the crap.
School. Work. Frustration. Crap. If anything is
possible, there's got to be a loophole somewhere. Total
happiness, Friends, Family who love you, Popularity and
Stuff beyond one's wildest dreams. Thats the loophole.
Being able to wake up one morning, saying, "I want to
go....," "I need some more.....," "Thank God I am where I
am doing what I like doing." That loophole fantasy is
life and its meaning in and of itself. It's 8:55 on
Monday January 14th, 2002. I have to go back to homework
(Dr. Kelly's fucking project). In the meantime, I'll be
thinking about accomplishing my dream of everything;
achieving the meaning of life. Goodnight and Go in
Peace...




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