This is life.
I don't know why I'm writing this but I'm just so fked up now.
The exams seems so futile.
Everything we've been studying seems so futile.
Whatever results we are getting seems so futile.
Any class we are streamed to makes no sense.
What the hell are we studying for.
To impress the other?
What happens next if we impress the other.
It just makes no sense ok.
So what if we get good results now.
It all goes down the drain once we drop the momentum in any times to come.
What do we get for studying so well.
A good occupation next time?
A stable financial income?
What is the purpose of all these when we die.
What is the purpose and meaning of anything we have now, when we die.
What is the point of doing so much now, when it is known it carries no significance in the end.
What ultimate reason can we give to those who say it's a must to have good results.
It makes no sense when you fail. Everything is over.
It makes no sense when you do well. Your Goal is reached, everything is also over.
So what if we make the most out of life.
So what if there are rewards that await us when we reach our Goals.
So what if I get to live a long life.
So what if I get to live only a short life.
Death is always there at the end, waiting.
What's the purpose of doing all these, when you know it just sums up to nothing.
We are living a life.
We are living a life without meaning.
We are living a life where good grades, wealth, health, family and all seem so wonderful, but deep down, we know that they mean nothing.
Is there really an ultimate goal which we are looking for?
Everytime we complete something, we just look and know that something more challenging is ahead of us.
Everytime we feel content, we know that that contentedness will soon die off and we'll have to feed it by finding something else to maintain our hunger.
Everytime we say to ourselves, to stop at a certain point, we do not, for when we reach there, it just seems so easy and we yearn for more, till we meet something that just blows us off our feet and make us realise that we should have stoppied there.
So what if we embrace and try to keep our friendship ongoing.
Will it really last for eternity?
Is our friendship really even true at all?
Or are we jsut using each other, once again to fill our social-needs-meter?
Whenever we accomplish something, someone just comes to you and puts you down with a "I'll do better than you next time".
It just strikes you in the face that you'll never be the best forever.
Then another message comes to you, "So what if you are the best forever".
I'm saying all this, typing all these with my eyes closed, for i know that reviewing what i have
typed and said would all be a signal that I'm attracting attention.
Yet, I dunno why I'm typing all these, for ultimately: What the fks the use?
Will it help answer my questions?
Will it once again, solve my hunger for contentedness?
Or will it like every other post, just fade away into vanity, as time goes by.
Who knows, those people reading the first few lines may already be smart enough to deem it futile to read till here, but I ask them now, what other things can they do which are better than reading this post?
Is this a post which is being written by a freaking dulan guy who has nothing better to do at night?
Is this written by a disorganised person who isn't treasuring the time he has to study for his exams?
Or is this written by a similar person to all of you, who has the courage to question the mysteries of living life.
Is living life a blessing?
Is living life a joke?
Someone tell me.
I see death at my face now.
But yet God steps in and fends death away.
But now i ask God,
SO what is it for that you ask me to continue this human life.
And once again, I realise that no,
Death wasn't facing me.
I wasn't posing a question to God.
It's a dream where when you touch the climax, there is no longer a reason to continue dreaming, and you wake up.
Is life really a joke?
Are we really allowed to ponder into what we may be in "after-life"?
Or what happens to those loved ones of us when they finish their phase of life?
When you were a baby, you had no troubles, for you had no wisdom.
As you grew, you absorbed knowledge into your mind, and questions sprout out from you.
When you reach an age where all these questions came unanswered, you grow tired.
You grow tired and stop.
Now, life is a bore.
Life no longer comes with mysteries and discoveries each passing day.
Life now becomes, clear.
Clear in a sense that, there carries no meaning.
You work from dawn to dusk, only till you grow tired and stop what you do.
Will you realise that you do not earn that contentedness youv'e been yearning for ever since you were a child.

It is again, another new day.
I see no excitement,
I discover not a thing,
For life has no more question,
We're having an exam, once again.

I'm just so vexed now.
WT.f

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