Its a funny place, this world.
Its filled with millions of people trying to crawl over one another and each be better than the next.
Each of these people is driven by selfish motivation, whether they subscribe to consumerism or not.
Even the pursuit of eternal life and virtue is paradoxically selfish. Why would anyone want to live forever? Because they don't want to die. Why be a better person? Because PEOPLE like better people, and we are told that we will be happier if we are better people.
I quote History boys " You wanna know what I think about history? Its just one f*cking thing after another ". Rudge.
It is.
We study in kindergarten, graduate, go to primary school, graduate, then to secondary school, graduate, then to jc/poly, graduate, to NS, then we get out and go to uni, graduate, then we get a better job, a bigger house, a faster car, a smaller phone.
Then we die.
Or do we?
I don't know.
Those are my three favourite words. That and, my favourite answer to everything, " Everything is subjective".
Tomorrow, I will go back to school. I am faceless, I am one of the thousands of student who wear the same uniform, 5 days a week, 4 weeks a month, 12 months a year, and 2 years for jc. I have a fringe that does not cross my eyebrow, and relatively short hair, I study, eat, play, talk, sleep, think, dream.
But who am I? In a cookie-cutter world, are we individuals anymore?
Can I love? What is love? How do yo define love? How can you tell if you love somebody?
And what do you do if you don't know?
I don't.
And I have to find an answer.
It also coincidentally turns out that no living being on this planet will ever know the meaning of love which can be put into words, becaus words are man-made, and even though they quote: " provide a means to meaning", V for vendetta, they can only mean as much as the boundaries of human understanding go.
So then.
I'm f*cked.
