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Mad After

Don't know where I am going, don't know what I am chasing. But this feeling is just not right. Which road am I traveling? Where does this road lead to? What am I mad after? What is that thing I desire at the end of this journey? What do I accomplish? And what is the significance of that accomplishment? What is future? How is that future important? What happens if I don't have a future at all? What happens when dependencies exist no more? What do I live for? Are these the dependencies we live for? Why do we live at all? Are we shouldering others all along our paths? Is this the purpose of our lives? To shoulder others' burdens. I see.

Others' burdens it is then. What if these other people never existed? I would have been so much happier. What if we never grew in size? What if there was never any reason to bear this burden? What if there was no reason to see at all? Is there any reason anyway? Yeah, maybe. For our future generations - they'll ask the same questions as me. So what then? Megabyte after megabytes of information, faster computational channels, skyways, highways and loads of modern equipment.This is the madness, for the lack of knowing who we are, where we are going?

Maybe someday I will see the light and work towards it. For now it's just total darkness, bereft of hope. Survival spirits on an all time low, and waiting to just sink inside this quicksand. Don't want this burden no more. Embrace me, death, for I do not want to remain mad after.
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