I agreed with pretty much everything in this guy's confession:
I want a lot
but I don't think I have the work ethic to get it
I know I can, its just a matter of doing it.
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever find purpose in my life. I often suffer from lack of motivation, but it makes me question why I do things. People go about their lives so blindly it amazes me. They are so self centered, so caught up in the "present" they often forget for what reason they are even living at all. I would hate to become one of those people, but I fear I will become one, simply because its the only way to go.
Because eventually you will die…and in the infinite constant known as time, you will always be forgotten. This makes me want to stick my middle finger up to the world and do whatever I want. Does it really matter? Whats the point?
Were just organisms on this tiny planet in this unthinkably large universe going about our own little business. If that isn't insignifigance, I don't know what is.
Sometimes I wonder
Why
