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Originally Posted by EvanWilliams
I just don't understand why I feel compelled to do the things I do. Why am I going back to school? Why do I go to work? Why do I want a place to return to everyday, where I keep my belongings, most of which I never use? Why do I want to fill my life with things that make me busy and then feel overwhelmed by all the things I need to remember to do? Can someone just hit me really hard on the head and then reprogram be with some beautiful reason for this existence, it can be all lies, I really don't care.
Whenever I think about existence sucking, I think about where I could have been born. You could have grown up in Africa in fear of constant conflict. You could have been walking miles and miles in the scorching heat just to get a bucket of water for your family. You could have AIDS and be dying a slow death, but you're not.
You see beautiful things every time you venture out on your skis and bicycle. You have many luxuries in front of you but don't take the time to realize it. You're lucky.