Everyday we exist, we take one step closer to death. We are literally looking down the barrel of a gun hoping that for one day more someone might stay our execution, and not pull the trigger. The questions flow through the mind:
Have I lived and authentic life?
What do I believe?
Who do I love? Will they remember me when I'm gone?
What does it mean to be gone?
Have I done the things required of a good life?
What the hell is a "good life"?
Why me? I mean WHY ME?!?
Am I afraid of death, or afraid of the lack of life?
and so on and so on. When looking at the barrel of a gun, it is really easy to ask the tough questions, and it is even harder to answer them. If you never thought about these things in life, what does thinking about them on the verge of death even mean. The barrel of a gun is where each person has to look at themselves, and face the truth whatever that truth may be. What's ironic is not that we think about the questions, but that we don't realize that we are looking at that gun everyday....
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This is turbo-preposterous. Stop listening to emo/screamo, stop reading Sartre and start spending twenty minutes a day sitting in the beautiful California sun/smog/smug/sun and think about how good life really is.
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