I'm going to die someday.

I thought about that tonight for the first time in a long time. I remembered my childhood, the lushness of forgotten innocence, the luxury of living without a care. The earlie

st memory I hold of myself, was when I was 4 attending day care. Beyond that, it's only the theoreticals. Beyond that, I hit infinity, on both sides of me, yawning, forever, impenetrable. I'm going to die. It's a sobering thought. I can almost get high on it. The world will go on without me, without nary a sound, as if I'd never existed. The planets will still orbit, the galaxies will still spin. People will mourn and people will forget. So I'll die. How do I respond to that? How do I contrive a response to that? How do I quantify the unquantifiable? Theref

ore the question I ask now is, what do all our efforts, tribulations, and existence amount to? I understand that sociologically, we contribute to the whole theme of sociologic imagination, but what is it that we are contributing? So then I return to the triggering question, Is it worth it?

And to those who need justification for things factually expla

ined as unreasonable, the concept of religion emerges. Human nature. Some of us need reassurance, they need to know that their life serves a p

urpose. The concept of Self-worth. So then society puts values on things considered useless in a broader sense.

Is society to blame for our lifestyles? Face it, we are all subjected to the Wuthering Heights Syndrome.

We are who we are today, not because we want to, but because they tell us to. Even those who stray off the charts and consider themselves different, always refer back to the standards of society; they are following a trend set by society itself.

......its a never ending thought.

What is it that im looking for?

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G'night & G'night Angela.

There's a difference. it's nice to hear your name attached to something conventionally said all the time.

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btw this is what i look like when i blog. I realized that sometimes, the author's face can ruin a book.

its just not what you expect.