In the end this is a human dilemma. Opiates just make it more *real.*
Existence is kind of pointless.
And staring at the void
doesn't make it any easier.
I mean when you realize that it's all just a house of cards,
and a house that you actually have to build yourself.
It's a real existential problem, knowing that you kind of have to fool yourself
to find meaning and happiness...
and it probably doesn't matter anyway
I mean Mark Renton ''chose life'' but he forgot to mention why.
Sometimes I am thankful for the people I hate,
because a least for the time being I have a real purpose
to defend myself and destroy my enemy.
But once you have some time to start *thinking* about things...
Because no matter what, when you are on it
you have a purpose and a meaning.
Or at least it sure seems that way.
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