Life, it has been a great fantastic rollercoaster ride for me these past few years. There were ups and there were downs. I've taken the bad and thrown it aside, forgotten about it and let it slide. I've embraced the good and loved every moment of it. Savour the happiness and tasted the tears. But why does the saturnine things in life always have that lasting effect on you? Why can't life be intoxicated with exultant?
Human beings have this craving for success in life. We all have needs and desires. Mostly we are compelled and driven by all this. But couldn't there be a balance of both? Can't people be satisfied and contented?
Does vanity play a part in all this? Would you love yourself so much that your narcissism shuts out everyone else? Or is there just this imperturable egoism that you live your life by?
I think I'm starting to talk nonsense here. I'm going to end off by saying that life for me at this moment is nothing but just an air of melancholy sadness hanging around me, in everything I touch, feel, see, taste or smell. Nothing perks me up at this moment anymore. Everything seems so morbid, so despondent. Nothing really matters much anymore. The world around me is rotating and moving on. Happiness and joy is all around. But why do I still embrace onto sadness and grief.
Life - What meaning does it hold for you?
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