Sometimes there is pain.
Sometimes there is doubt.
But from time to time, there is just this urge not to feel the emptiness of our existence.
There is this urge to avoid the near life experience of being completly alone. Even when there is people by your side.
The fear of facing the fact that there is no purpose, no big meaning, no real ultimate goal. Just to live, to experience, to love unconditionally. Whatever that is suppose to really mean.
So if there is no point at all, why wouldn’t we just embrace absolute compassion?
Why would we keep on competing? Why would we keep caring about how much we’ve achieved?
So if I know this already, Why do I keep on caring? Why do I keep on working? Learning?
Do I really need to fulfill this role? Comply with this personality?
I honestly don’t know sometimes.
