So here I am once again. Like every other day, on my chair.. in front of my pc. Asking myself stupid questions about the world, about humans and so on. It seems there’s never an exact answer for my questions. Everytime I ask myself I get different answers. I know I am not schizofrenic, and I have no mental disease. I’m quite sure that the Einstein guy was a smart one.. when saying “everything is relative”. People change all the time. From day to day.. I know that in a 100 years I won’t be here.. it makes me sad and then I get over it, live my life as it is. Trying to improve it as I can. But after the whole fuss during the day.. I ask myself the same questions that thousand of other people have asked before. Why are we here? Why do we have to die? Why not be immortals. Where was I before I was born? Is this just another disease that atheist suffer from? Is it better for those that have a God? Is it good to live in a black light? Is it good to believe without thinking too much? What’s good and what is bad. I feel this world empty. Millions and millions of humans, and somehow we are all alone.
[ Smashing Pumpkins • For Martha ]