There are 6.8 billion on the planet. Gruffly 60 million of them die every year. I mean 60 million people? That comes out about 160 thousand per day.
I read this quote once when I was a kid: “We live alone, we die alone. Everything else is just an illusion”. It use to keep me up at night, we all die alone. So why am I supposed to spend my life working, sweeting, struggling… for an illusion?
Play time is over, and i still don’t finger out what am I supposed to do! Have no clue about it, not a sign, not a will that lead me into something, not a casual accident that shows me why am I here, or what’s my purpose in this life, beyond all illusions.
Because now I am out of friends, no girl, no buddies, no assignments about how to conjugate the plume perfect, or determining the square route of the hypotenuse is going to help me avoid my fate!
I have better things to do with my time!