Lets talk about the inability to do everything in the world.

If you read for your entire life, and that's all you ever did, you could not read all the books in the world. You can not see every place in the world before you die. You cannot know everything fully. There will always be information out there you have yet to internalize.

Lets talk about everything you could possibly want to do already being a trend- already having its own fanclub, no matter how obscure the thing is.

The peacecorps is a trend. People have to apply because so many want to go. Everyone wants to skydive, everyone wants to live in a trailer, everyone wants to be homeless in California, everyone wants to fish in Alaska, everyone wants to live in a tree, on a boat, in a tent, everyone wants to invent flying machines, everyone wants to walk from Shanghai to Barcelona, everyone wants to work for the FBI, study marine life, study physics, engineering, environmental science, chinese, sanskrit. They not only want to do it, but they are actively doing it. And there is one guy who is at the top of each of those fields. He is an expert. A genius of the topic. He has devoted his life since he was 2. There you have it. Everything that's possible has been made possible. Every aspect has an expert. Every nook and cranny has been seen, filled, mastered.

So what does that leave for me? What is there to do? If I get any idea, I can go up on the internet and find the expert of my once so original idea. He can tell me all there is to know. He may as well have stamped a big, red RESERVE right over the thought. Where's the purpose? Why save money? Why live?

The fact that I, myself, am the pupose condradicts my way of living: myself an accessory in the grander picture of others. Now I am something. Now I exist. Now I am the only thing that exists. Now what? How can I be something? How does that work? The fact it, it doesn't. As long as I can sit here right now and bite my week-long grown out nail-- knowing it's wrong, yet feeling how I *so* want to-- it does not work. Seduction.

There goes the middle fingernail.

I NEED TO FEEL VAILID! My individual is not enough justification for living!

I can be stupid and happy,

or I can be smart and suicidal.

Which gets into what qualifies as smart. Correct use of logic equals smart, but logic does not equal correct. Logic is what Man uses to make sense of the world around him. Whether or not it *really* makes sense, nobody knows, but all I do know is that he uses logic to make sense of it all, mainly because he has been trained to and he has an instict for it.

There goes the ring-finger.

And the pointer.

Ba Ram You.

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