RM #1

"Only difference between truth and fiction is that fiction has to make sense."

"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self."

- Cyril Connolly

Life is such a bitch and such a beauty at the same time. At one moment you feel like the 'keeng' of the world, and the other moment you think you are the biggest loser humanity has ever seen. What's the sense then? of living? Are we adding something to this infinite process of existence. Already we -the earth- are nothing but a tiny speck compared to the vast, vast universe. WE are obviously not alone. We are obviously not the smartest. And not the dumbest too. Then WHY!! WHY WHY WHY?? Why are we here? What matters? What difference does it make? Even, when we say that do good to others. Make a difference is somebody's life and your life is worth.. but that too.. why? People have to die eventually. So how does it matter? Its a vicious cycle of birth and death. Some live happily. Some in misery. But all ends, in the end. Right??

I think sometimes.
A lil' excercise is not bad for this good for nothing brain at times. 


(RM or Random Musings is a series of blog posts where I gibber my random thoughts. No restrictions. There might be mistakes, grammatical, logical, theoretical, factual, categorized or uncategorized. I don't care. and I don't give a damn!:)

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