Can I just put it out there? To what end is all existence?
Where is this bloody long and windy road suppose to take me, you and the rest
of mankind?
Can it be that the answer is just painfully disappointing that
our only hope for any sense of salvation is to bear children in the hopes that
they will become that legacy you have clearly failed to achieve? Easiest way to
find a reason for it all?
I honestly have no idea. I am compelled to believe that
there must be more. But the evidence does not stack up. Is fabulosity finite?
I will ponder on this as I often do when I come to a
breather in this sorry excuse of a life. But tonight, I am looking forward to
good conversation and a fantastic connection. Which may actually be the answer
to it all. And if it is… I think… maybe that might just be worth it.
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