It is not any sort of grief that put me in this position. In short, I'm terribly bored. The only unbearable feature of life is how uneventful and unstimulating it is. I have enough to satisfy my physical needs, have an adequate intellect and probably have somewhat of a "good life" ahead.
But worldly gain-wealth, power, recognition, friends-dont add up to an appealing picture. I cannot force myself to care about these rediculous things when I am simply a self-aware macromolecule on a ball of encrusted magma sailing through an infinitessimally small unit of space and time. Space and time indeed may only compose one of many extradimensional branes in this seemingly incomprehensible multiverse.
I don't believe in an afterlife, so suicide would be cancelling this existance that has yet to prove its worth to me. It seems that all individual endeavour is ultimately a waste of time and will not matter when put in perspective. I've had enough. Is there really a reason to continue existing?
2007-01-23
17:47:46
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John S
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