I DON'T KNOW MYSELF

 

I don’t know who I am, perhaps do I know? There 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 to give this world something artistic, beautiful and so divine that outlives me. I use to think how jacked up the world really is, why is everyone better than me, until I realized you are just hiding how fucked up you really are, much worse than what I though my life is and yet I ask myself the same question Who am I, do I myself.