absence of reason
i feel plagued by existentialism today. it happens every once in a while, when i remember that all of this is meaningless, that everything i do between birth and death carries no significance. it doesn't matter that i'm in university learning all these liberal notions and it doesn't matter that universities exist and it doesn't matter whether or not people are educated or ignorant. trying to be more cultured, more open-minded, more educated doesn't change anything. the world goes on. people continue killing each other and finding new reasons to hate each other. all of this is in our minds anyway, it's all a matter of perception. you are born, you spend a life time thinking about things, you die and no one knows about the things that you thought so why think at all? why live, why breathe, why continue with the entire charade?
most days i find a reason. today i'm just frustrated with the entire ordeal. i feel so disconnected all the time.