I often wonder if life is really worth living. My heart is broken, shattered into a million pieces that could very easily fit through the eye of a needle. People take advantage of this. They've tried to break me, yet I still stand. But why do I still stand? What possible reason could there be to continue existing? It's not procreation; as a species, we have advanced and overpopulated to the point of no longer needing it. It's not religion; we have developed to the degree of no longer needing a God. We are our own gods, and should behave as such; yet we don't. We continue to writhe and rot and squirm in our own feces.
Is such a world really worth of existence? As part of this revolting race, am I? Or am I destined to stumble to the mud and shit, tormented by others and myself until time claims my body?
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Date: 2010-02-16 04:00 pm (UTC)Is such a world really worth of existence? As part of this revolting race, am I? Or am I destined to stumble to the mud and shit, tormented by others and myself until time claims my body?