"Life is the art of drawing without an eraser."
-John Gardner
Life is such a simple thing. But even the simplest things in life are the ones I don’t understand. I wish I could even remotely understand the point to my existence here on “earth”. Not to sound like an alien or a super conspiracy theorist or whatnot but seriously. Isn’t this all one huge mind fuck? If you really sit down, Close your eyes, and think about it you would understand. If we are put here, why remove us? Everybody dies but not everyone lives right? So what is the point, to have an ever continuous so called “human race”? Because honestly right now, Its making me think big time. And it’s scary if you really think about how big the universe really is, how humans are really new borns in the sense of how little we know and how small we really are compared to the rest of the universe. Is there some big lesson to be learned before we die? Or is there no specific time to die? Virginia Woolf once said "Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.” True, but ponder that right there.
What is the value of life anyway?
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