On the way home from work just a moment ago I hit something and flew off my bike into the middle of the road. Luckily, there were no cars coming for I would probably be stuck to the pavement right now, thus, dead. Maybe that would be kind of nice. Maybe not. I was thinking about that a lot today. Don't know why. I wouldn't necessarily want to die, however, I don't really want to live that long either. This world is quite deranged.
The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves