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Perhaps

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What if #2

There was an answer? Like, one word that perfectly describes everything? What language would it be in... One that is universal. And as far as I know, Math could be universal.... So the solution to everything probably includes a "="

[luna-skyy]

What if...

There was a way to just sleep, and not wake up. Not death, but just the ability to live in your dreams till you get bored of them? What if this is the dreamworld and CTB is just getting bored of the dream?!

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End?

I sometimes ask myself, what there still is to live for. So i sat down and wrote it out. 1) On the one hand there is family. Starting one or becoming apart of an already established 1. But really what is a family? Its a predictable sequence of similar DNA-Instructions, really. A concept made up as a support structure that really only holds value until you dont want it to anymore. 2) Friends, and social life in general. Maybe life is all about enjoying the circumstance. Not the goal but the journey, n' all that good stuff. But if that is the reason for life, why do we not scoff at people more introverted? Yes, introverts get some weird looks, but if the concept of being social was vital to give purpose to ones life, why is it that these introverts tend to thrive anyways? 3) Success? Maybe egotistically vlumbing the social ladder is what it is all about. Finding a rhythm of achieving and building, the ultimate goal and death being the one thing we can never avoid. Humanity extends its own life as long as possible, hoping to achieve... something. Maybe it's a little bit of all of it. Or a lot of neither. Maybe life truly is meaningless, and really just a huge coincidence. Maybe we are alone in the universe, who knows. But if life really was like this, why would approximately 8 billion of us stell keep going with it? Even the Nihilists still exist in this world. Is the final straw that leads to CBT the realisation that the world is a careless place, filled with hate and suffering? Or is it the opposite, the dreadful feeling of not being capable to fulfill lifes purposes? Or is it again - a bit of both.

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The rabbits scent was fresh, the blood still hot, and the hunter was running and running. Somehow the animal kept on fleeing, losing impossible amounts of blood, that turned darker and darker in tint, the longer the chase was going. A foul stench radiated in the deeper woods, nauseating the hunter, until he suddenly found himself on an open field. The rabbid gone, 4 trails of blood converging in the center of the plane, 3 other hunters standing at the forests edge adjacent to it. They all met in the center, looking at each other, both confused and shocked. They were all the same, but in different stages of their life. Same but different, like looking into a mirror from the past. No words were said, but later that night the hunter was found dead, exhausted from chasing a rabbit he never shot.