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"The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well." --- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Argh, so pointless, is everything. Now, I'm supposed to go for a Microb lecture (which I'm currently skipping), and after that go back to Lower Pierce. And then? Get back home or something. Or sleep, or something. Or watch TV, or - you guessed it - something.
What's the point of it all? Taking modules in stuff that I'm never going to find useful in any concrete way whatsoever? Shit, this is bugging.
See, it's times like this you wonder if maybe pain - and its evil cousins, rage and jealousy - might actually be more interesting, on a day-by-day basis ... nope, uh-huh, na-ah. I know better know, and I know that I'd much, much, much rather be sitting around my room moanin' and groanin' than be caught in another one of those jealousy-rage-pain times.
I wish I could find something which really inspired me. I just don't have anything which can pull me out and drag me through the day these days. Something which made life worth living, something which can pull me out of bed every single day with all the energy in the world. Now, wouldn't that be something?
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