JUNE 7, 2002.
THE DAY I LANDED ON THIS FUCKING PLANET CALLED EARTH.
SINCE THAT DAY, I'VE ALWAYS FELT DEPRESSED.
LIFE WAS PRETTY AMAZING IN THE START.
NOW I'M NOT SO SURE WHAT'S EXACTLY HAPPENING...
I hate photography. I take shitty pictures. My life is monochromatic. I'm allergic to colors.
I loathe cats. Cats are disguisting. They are disloyal, just like people (I mean just like YOU). They are cute though but only the white ones (because I'm a racist.. no pun intended and also no offence).
I watch anime. Not because I want to but because people hate anime. I told my computer I needed a break from watching anime.. now it's showing me a buffering screen with a "slice of life" message error! I've discovered the ultimate jutsu for productivity - it's called "Just One More Episode" technique! Warning: Side effects may include sleep deprivation and emotional attachment to fictional characters. Use responsibly and remember to blink while binge-watching!
I have zero talents basically except the talent of being USELESS. I'm the most useless person in this world. There's a famous quote by a very famous philosopher but still I don't know what his name is. It goes something like this: "YOU HAVE TO GET LOST BEFORE YOU FIND YOURSELF !".. Well Right now I'm lost and I'm trying to find myself. It's like self-validation for ME.
I like space. Space is very much like me. Mostly EMPTY and USELESS. That's what I love about it. Some say it's infinite. But I don't care. Whether the space is infinite or not doesn't change the fact that my bank balance is always going to be finite.
If you believe in STRING THEORY.. which I'm sure you don't. It says that the universe is made up of very tiny particles that vibrate at a specific frequency and the whole universe is just the product of vibrations. So. in that regard the whole universe is music. Well this has got nothing to whether you like music or not. I hate it because sometimes it messes my brain up..but I still enjoy it.
Nothing really defines ME. I'm not even sure myself that WHO am I. Some say that the SELF is just an illusion upon which we've built ourselves and hence thrive and live. I can't disagree with that. Because the more I think about it, the more it feels weird. Maybe I don't exist. Maybe life is meaningless. If we question this very EXISTENCE then the misery and existential frustration stems from this uncertainty and absurdity. There's a famous saying:
"Nothing in life really matter, or everything matters a lot.. both extremes are as terrifying as they can be"
- Someone (just kidding I just invented it myself)
WHO AM I ?
It doesn't matter.. What matters is WHO YOU ARE !