| Current mood: |  calm |
| Current music: | The darkness - I believe in a thing called love |
So why don't I kill myself?
"Hi, you're alive now, isn't it nice? Someday you'll die and it'll be over. What are you going to do about it?"
"I choose to live, and to laugh, not because it matters, but because that choice is the bent of my nature."
I've tried to explain to many people why nothing matters. It always leads to "The only thing you are guaranteed at birth is that you are going to die." The next logical question is "Well, if you only exist to die, then why not just end it now?" Originally it was Keia that asked that question. And my initial response was "because I'm too much of a pussy." (I am, I wouldn't have the balls to slice my wrist open, or jump off a building.) But I realize that it's not just my pussificality. It's the fact that I don't want to. Sure, we exist to die, and that little fact is very depressing if thought about for too long, but that doesn't mean that I want my life to end. I haven't experienced everything I want to (sex, dru...no, alco...no, done that too, and rock an...well shit, I guess it's just the sex then) and there are some very pertinent answers I would like to know before I die. Fourth dimension? Time travel? Einstien-Rosenberg bridges? And the ultimate... Should I get up, or shall I lay here all day? And goddammit, I want to find some love. "Henceforth space by itself, and time by itself, are doomed to fade away into mere shadows, and only a kind of union of the two will preserve an independent reality." Space time. The making of our universe.
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