Recently, I have greater and greater feeling that we don’t really have the say in our own lives. One might have just a very simple desire towards life, for example, you simply want to see the beautiful scenery over the “hill”, but when you want really go near, you find the “hill” is a high mountain touching the sky. What’s worse is that it might be just the same after you reach the other side of the mountain, or even worse. However, as you’ve already reached the foot of the mountain, you have no choice, but to start climbing the mountain at once. This story is just an exact reflection of my present situation.
If what I’ve done is meaningless, then why should I spend such time and energy?
Maybe it’s wrong to discuss the meaning of life after all. Compared to a logical deduction, life is much more like a drama of absurdity.
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