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Think about it.
As I sit here and write this, I look back on the many occasions where people have told me to get a life; what bothers me about this statement is that whomever they are referring to would simply be able to make the retort that they do indeed have a life. Yes, I understand the real meaning of the phrase, however, it really begs a more prominent question that has often dwells in the back of my mind; do we really have lives? We all live, of course, but does that really give us a life? Is it truly was grants us meaning? No one really knows that answer to this question, nor do I ever expect anyone to have the answer, but it irritates. I sit and I think and I wonder and I ponder and I listen and I feel and I see, but that does not answer the question. Is it the senses of the human body that give us life? Or is it the fact that we are here? Possibly that we all have some higher purpose in the eventual times to come? As stated before, no one knows. For example, I often wonder why there are people to love, people to hate; I found a girl I liked, though there was no way for her to return the feelings, and I know this--I've gotten over it--but what happens to those feelings? Are they not suppressed by our wants to not remember? Eventually the feeling does dissolve. But it is these "feelings" that I do not understand; everything that we do not understand seems to be connected, life and love, death and hate. Another question is why do we die? With every beginning there must be an end. Although, you see people around you die whether it be a loved one or someone you barely knew and then you yourself get into a tragic accident that should have killed you, you know it, but why did you not die like the rest of them? We cannot understand this enigma. Hopefully, we may never know. What might happen if we do? No matter... I reiterate; Do we really have lives? Because we may never understand why we are here, does that not drive us to find the answer? Many people will ask--Is there a God? Am I a believer? Do I look for satisfaction after death? Am I one to follow a righteous path that many are unable to walk?--The big one to sum up all of these questions points back to Life. Life. Life. Life... life.... Think about it. You may sit here in your room, rambling like I am now, and you may find yourself thinking on this same topic. Words may not connect in the most sophisticated of manners, but you write them anyway. You write them because you can, because you want to know, because you DO know that there is a deeper meaning somewhere in the vast universe. You may find yourself asking the same questions, wondering exactly what the phrase "Get a Life" means. It is all up to the one who has a life to really know what it means, but what of those who need a Life or those who have a REAL Life. Compelling isn't it? To think you may not have one, that you are just a creation here to aid another's life and after your job is done, you will be smote down by whatever power that be. It doesn't matter. We all have the same fate. But what until then? What until that endless sleep where you dream in that fabulous world, forever? What happens between Life and Death? What is in between? I have no clue. All I know is that I'm here. Suicide... The only time it works is when you are supposed to go. There have been plenty of people who could have Lived, but they dies instead. Smokers live to be 100 and perfect athletes love to be 25. Intriguing. Will no one ever find the answer to life? What does it mean? Why are we here? I know what you're thinking; this person continues to go on and on about pointless question, but truly ask yourself--what do you really know about yourself? Are you alive? Not in a physical sense, mind you, but mentally. For lack of better terms, euphorically? Are you TRULY alive in the world? Do you Live and not just live? Isn't that the difference between Life and life? Is that not what we are "sent" to do? To Live out lives? But what do we live it for? Ask yourself these questions. See if you know that answer. If you do, please tell me. I am aching to know. I am yearning to learn. I have a need for the solution to my endless problem. I reiterate. Do you have a Life? What is a Life? Must you Live this Life? Are you apart of this journey in which we have all been put on? A great journey... Yes, terms that are often used in religion, but does that not count for Life? All it is is a great journey, though it never ends. There is always some Life, continuing where the last left off, the next apprentice, relative, friend, etc. It is endless. Even as the space around us begins to collapse, won't it just expand again? Will we not just live for another day? As we have for centuries!? Will we not just become the inhabitants of what we don't know!? Shall we not succeed in what we have never accomplished!? IS THERE EVER A TRUE END!? BEYOND THE GRIPS OF DEATH! BEYOND WHAT WE TRULY KNOW! BEYOND!! We shall embark on this "great journey" only to fine there are others living in the world and traveling with us. Many will stand and watch, until they receive this (if not a similar) message from another; those will be the people who stare, blankly at life, believing that they are truly happy--as we all do--and they are the ones who will say "Get a Life." But it is them who truly need to get a Life... if you are the one iterating a statement, does that not mean, that you as well are in need of such an object? I now sit here, looking at a piece of cloth, my cell phone, my passed dog in his cremation box, my computer, my desk, my camera, all of the material possessions that I treasure, and for what? I know there is a reason, but I truly do not understand what it could possibly be. Maybe that's just it; We're not supposed to....
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