I've sometimes got questioned what my reason to live is, what the sense of life is in my eyes.
Never could I've answered that question before. But now I can.
In my opinion, it's very simple.
After a long long process you're finally born, and then you live a so called life.
Some people (like me) enjoy the very last bit of it and will try to do the best out of it but eventually you'll die.
After dead, what's going to happen? What'd you like to happen?
I'd really love it to just be dead after dieing. Like sleeping an endless sleep without dreams.
I don't dream of heaven and hell, don't want to go to paradise and don't want to see Eden and Valhalla.
As simple as it can get, to me a life has no reason to live, has no sense to live. We just do and we should feel lucky that we are the person that we are, that we can see through the eyes that we have.
Some of you might think now; "If he has no reason to live and sees no sense, why doesn't he just kill himself then?"
I'd like to ask you a counterquestion. Why should I?
Just because I don't see a reason to live for and see no sense in life it doesn't mean that I can't enjoy the life my parents give to me, now does it?
Because of this I'm carefree, have nothing to worry! I don't need to worry about the future and don't need to pity me for my sad past. All I can do right now is LIVE.
This is a opinion, don't question my opinion and don't criticise it.
Discuss your own opinions.
