Hakuna Mutata

I can't think of a meaning for life, for all that is around me. I once thought about the theory of Solipsism, which (I believe) says that I am the only thing known to exist - all others and everything around me could simply be a construction that I have created. I like thinking that. It means all the crap people around the place are just there to make my life interesting. And it makes me appreciate the important people in my universe. But did I create both? So really I'm just appreciating myself, and disliking myself? But I digress.

I can't think of a meaning for life. But there are so many things and people around me that make me so happy. I guess I don't need a meaning for life. What's wrong with just enjoying being in the world?

In the same way, I'm not afraid of death. But maybe I am. I guess I've never been in a situation where I thought I could die. Well, a couple. But selfishly I think that I've lived my life exactly how I wanted to - I've done my best to just be a good person - I'm nowhere near perfect and am happy that way - and selfishly I (would like to) think that people would be sad that I had died, but I might see them again, and the time I spent with them was so awesome that I know no one is as lucky as I.

I like telling the people I love that I love them. I want the important people (even if I have created them) to know that they are important. I hope they all know that.

If I should die tomorrow (which is highly unlikely as I don't think I'll be leaving the house with all my study) I hope someone finds this blog, and knows that I was happy. In every way. Thank you everyone in the world. (Even if I created you :-))

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