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It has been said that humans are never happy with what they have. For me, it's not like that any more. I'm satisfied. I don't feel like I need anything more than what I have, and I'm thankful for it. I've spent a long time trying to tell myself that I have parents that love me, a warm house, food on the table, that it's all I need. Not even, since necessities aren't the same. I don't even see food and water as necessities.
Why? I feel unafraid of most things now. I've come to a conclusion: what's the point of life? Many have wandered down the same winding, wondering trail. Guess what. I gave up. I figured there isn't an answer that I can find with my resources, without delving into religion, and there's many religions. I don't want to constrict myself to believing in one, and thinking every other one is false. The only fear in dying is not knowing what's behind it, and there won't be a defined answer until after I'm already dead.
It has left me satisfied. Yet, I don't know if I'm happy about it. I feel no drive to life, only to help others. To make others happy. If it's only wasting my time to try and please myself with a philosophy, then I might as well make others happy instead. This isn't to say I'm not a happy person. I just let myself be swept up into my false sense of purpose, and I'm okay. It's just when I return to thinking about life, I don't feel satisfaction.
Maybe it is true, then. When we have run out of wants, of needs, we feel there's no place to go. When there's only a sense of being lost, you want to be found. There then becomes the illusion of finding, that you just wander along the path, letting yourself be swept up in feeling you have importance.
So it is true, humans are never satisfied.
- Robogirl1, ready to keep wandering down this path until the end, just to smell the roses.
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