Do u ever think, "Why is life only about ME? Like, why can't I see life through someone else's eyes like in a storybook? Why does life revolve around /only me/?" I might be getting too deep but that thought really irks me. What do u think?
Life doesn't mean anything.We can only give arbitrary meaning to things as individuals, and anything beyond the self doesn't mean a thing. So, my life is about me and what makes me happy, your life is about u and what makes u happy.
I didn't choose the absurd life, the absurd life chose me.
Okay... No hate... But I really thought I was the only one who had weird thoughts like those... Like, "I wonder what the world must be like from other people's point of view..." and that, "Why am I me...?" and all... This is the stuff that isn't easy to explain...