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How are you really living?
When it comes down to it isn't this whole existance ridiculous? I love it.
All my motivation and ambitions are so self indulgent, petty and absurd. Even if I own the house, drive the car and enjoy the women and carve out my own little capitilistic corner of society it just lacks any purpose. I see life as being what you make of it but what more is their? It makes me laugh.
I know of no better alternative and even though I know my own defined purpose to simply exist and take for myself that which I enjoy, I can't help but feel this wash of emotion of how enjoyable but ridiculous it is.
My existance is now and every day filled with this enjoyable but meaning less task of eating, cleaning, sleeping, growing, sex, communicating.. it's all consumption, production and reflection. It feels great most days and some days it confusing and terrible.
How do you live? How do you feel about your ambitions? Does you existance have purpose to you? Does it need too?
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