If you have nothing to contribute or are loved or love, why are you still around? This topic crosses my mind frequently. Since it is Memorial Day tomorrow, I think about fallen military folks, in their eternal slumber, what they may have done and me? I haven't done anything w/ my life, nor am I currently contributing to the greater society and the future will be as fruitless and the present & the past.
I watch too much TV...cook and that's bout it.
But why am I still here?
I stopped caring for people & issues, worthless and stupid. I guess that's why I can't figure out why I'm still here; asked/answered.
If death were known like the foreseeable expectations of taking your next breath as you read this, easy as an eye blink.
No one is in my life, I'm not likable or particularly attractive anymore. I wouldn't want to be around me either if I was someone else.
But what most plagues me is nothing, absolutely nothing or no one for my entire adult life? What crime against existence have I commit ed that this, this is my fortune?
No answers, well I have two secrets that I can recollect, but I thought forgiveness is divine, that's much bullshit. (bitterness is a natural result of complete loneliness and social isolation, its analogous to overeating and obesity)
Why are you still here? Are you whole?
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