I was reading on Absurdism just now, and boy, when you really think about it, it is downright depressing.

What reason is there to go to school? What reason is there to wake up in the morning? What reason is there to speak? To create? What reason is there to love? What reason is there to do anything???

And just when you think suicide is the only way to end this absurdity, nooo... dying itself is absurd. Camus sees suicide as a surrender to absurdism. What does a person do??? To be, or not to be, huh.



But then when I think about it again, no way my life is meaningless. I have God, I have a purpose in life. And it got me thinking how sad life is for those who are conscious, mentally physically emotionally, of the absurdity of life. If I didn't have my religion, it would be just unbearable to know that my life, amounts to nothing. I can be the President, reach Leonardo da Vinci-esque height, it'll still be nothing.

But that's just me.





Interestingly enough, everyone loves to talk about the meaning of life. Or the lack of it.


Cheers (: