What is it? Is there even one to begin with?
Did anyone ever figure out the “meaning of life”?
I mean, suicidal sh*t aside – sometimes I find myself asking, “what’s the point?” We’re born, we work, we die…. The End. Well, it’s the end if you don’t believe in the afterlife, I guess.
I mostly find myself having these thoughts when I’m stressed out or when I hit a road block in life. Seemingly, this has been happening quite a bit lately. Maybe these are common struggles of a 20 year old – I don’t know. What I do know is that, I’m already over it. 3 years into the whole full-time job thing and I’m ready to retire. Get me outta here.
Until I find a way out of this never ending circle, I’ll keep anyone who’s interested updated. Maybe in the mean time I’ll post an ad for a sugar daddy/mama. We’ll see.