Why do we exist?


What keeps us going forward? What could possibly provide joy in this boring existence? Is sex really the only thing that matters? Are we just here to eat, drink, fuck, and die?

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I ask myself this question daily. It’s a tough one for sure. I wrote a post about it, actually. Well, it covered the topic somewhat, not in it’s entirety. For someone like me, this is one of the biggest struggles of my existence. Why even do anything if there is no point? Why are we actually even here?

Shit can fuck me up at times, delving too deep in unanswered questions. I’d like to think that we must question our existence though, otherwise why do anything?

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