I'm developing an idea on what turns me on in life, the mechanism that pulls air into my lungs, and pull my lips into a smile. What drags my sick and tired corpse out of bed every morning.
It's the purpose – whatever that means.
The purpose of life must be existent and present, lingering on some level of conciousness in your mind, in order for you to exist. For without and existing purpose – what is the purpose of existing?
My next bulletin on the blackboard of life will therefore be to locate my purpose. A fear resides beneath my skin, however. Fear clawing, screaming and cursing; I fear the search will last a lifetime.
And should my fear have validation to prevail; what is then the purpose of existing?
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Carpe Diem (Seize The Day)
Live each day as if it were your last, because you never know what the future will bring you.
It certainly raised some questions about the whole existence shebang in my head. Mind you, I think they've always been there, but this piece really makes me unsure about everything... even a little uneasy...
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infinitus sententia
Thanx for the comment ^^
Thank you
Purpose is indeed a very funny word, especially if you combine it with "the purpose in life". There are so many, and no two purposes are the same, even if their lives look the same.
I think you managed to nail that philosophical question down to a T, here. Very nicely done. *nods*
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"Every week is a new type of hell week. Therefore there aren't just 9 circles of hell; there are 52."
~SK~
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