I keep thinking about the concept of life more and more frequently, and my thoughts are too strong and complex to put on paper. My mind goes so fast that I can't catch up. Like this:
Why should we care about pain? It doesn't signify anything. If we're hurting, it'll stop hurting at some point, even if the end of the pain is death. So why don't we grin and bear it? All life ends anyway. The feelings of happiness you have, the memories, the sadness, the pain, the confusion, the understanding, it will all be gone. So who cares. Why do we live?
Do we live life not for ourselves, but for others?
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