Post #79

Again, I’m sitting alone in a dark room, feeling that strange sensation creeping in. It’s July, yet my room is so cold it makes me shiver—forcing me to question, what is all this suffering for? What is life, really? If I’m happy, I want to live more. If I’m alone or desperate, I want to die. I’ve met people who have no aim in life—they don’t know what they’re doing or where they’re going. Everyone’s just chasing money, sex, and pride. But does it make any sense if, in the end, we all die? The rich, the poor, the handsome, the ugly—everyone. Even God is dead. Some old, cynical philosophers even suggested that everyone should commit mass suicide. So then, what’s the meaning of life if life is just suffering? Now the popular answer is: Live life however you want, as long as you're happy. It doesn’t matter if you're rich or poor—if you’re happy, live your life and die peacefully. I’ve always said I have all the comforts in the world. But the truth is—sometimes, I’m also alone. And no amount of money or anything else can fix that. In the end, it’s your brain that can either turn your life into hell… or heaven. So I suggest: Love books. Love poems. Love philosophy. Most importantly—love yourself. Try to appreciate beauty, and enjoy the richness of your life. PHILOVESOPER