I DON'T KNOW MYSELF
I don’t know who I am, perhaps do I know? T here is no rest in this chaotic world so for once declare yourself as completely free, a rebel in this world of robots, a human in this world of animals. what if the meaning lies within this process of search for meaning, what if there is no actual meaning but this searching for meaning is the real one, what a great story we all are living in, one must write about their life before they die and imagine the Uncertainity of death which will now start to scare people even more. That's how feared we really are, scared of things which has yet not been experienced, how Do I tell this world to live, to laugh when they are scared to die, one can only live when he is unconditionally in love with death. How will I look at life as it is meaningless and it will end, what a waste suffering for years till you die, probably death is the only peace What dimensionality! or should I look life as meaningful and that whatever time I have got I need t...