I do not know how typical it is for human beings. But for me, once a while, I would ask myself, what's the point of studying spanish, what's the point of taking dance classes, what's the point of managing this co-op house, what's the point of blogging about the friends and rediscovering all those amazing memories, what's the point of trying to have a long-distant relationship, what's the point of loving some music while dislike others? The list could go on and on, and I often find myself being trapped in this line of travial questioning without a clear answer.
I think I need to believe something that is outside of rational deduction realm. Otherwise, i would be without an exception depressed by the prospect of human life. Everything is in vain, and it is great if you never realize that, but it is depressing if you do. And this depression would never go away if you are already a thinker. You just keep fighting with it, and hopefully you will get yourself on top on some days. But then again, what's the point?
Well, I do not know. I feel I have some problems in adapting myself back to the life in school after I had a great vacation in China, and I will get through this one, I believe, soon.
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