Sometimes you just know that you're fucked and that there is no way out of it. Then you sit down and suffer; you wonder, why has it all come down to this. But there are no answers. There never were any convincing answers to anything anyway. Life is like that - meaningless. We all derive or attempt to derive some meaning out of it. Try to make sense out of it, so we find a reason to breathe our next breath. No, we don't like to give up. Most of the times, 'cause we are afraid to let go of the life, however good, bad or fucked up as it may seem, we are at least aware of it and we don't want to change that, as death is yet unseen. Fear of the unknown and all that jazz keeps us from killing self. Rest of the times, it's 'cause we have hope and faith. Even a person like me has hopes; I really don't know from whom and from what. Somehow there is faith. Can we have faith without having hope? Can we have hope without any faith? Can these two terms be used alternatively? What’s the point of this rant? Nothing! What’s the point of life? Nothing! So, let's buy some idea and start living it.
Quote of the day: No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.