I’m asking this question because I’m at a point in my life where the answer matters. There are millions of people who go through life without asking any questions, going through routine, content to be what they are. Not that I have anything against contentment, but it just seems so useless. Like that IT service guy who goes to work, writes code for 8 hours, comes back and watches TV (or porn), and that’s it. Has a bunch of friends, enjoys movies and books, has a decent relationship, but what’s it all worth????? I mean, do we go through life distracting ourselves until we die? Ironically, the most popular man and the poorest man die. You don’t get anything from being successful, except enjoyment.
I know a lot of people at school whose goal in life is to get a good job. What the fuck? When I ask them why it’s for the money (obviously?!), and status, being somebody. There are so many people who don’t have a passion, have a limited view of life. I know I have that, which is why I’ve started reading the news more, reading The Economist, participating in discussions online (there’s this brilliant Facebook group, The Possibility Magazine) and trying to understand myself more I guess.
I’ve been feeling like this for a while, and I wonder if there are a lot of people who share this view. Why do we live? What does our existence mean? Why does my dog treat my hand like a chew toy? I hope to answer these questions (especially the last one) in my future blogs, because I’ve understood what it’s for. To vent about myself. It’s a good thing no one reads it (as I slyly said to those invisible readers).
Note for future topics: why we have movies, why Chennai is the best place to live in the world, good opening scenes for movies.