I have spent many months trying to understand how the world came into being, and trying to establish myself as a human being.
I have figured out that there are a number of things that I will never be able to know for certain, and that I should stop wasting my time attempting this. I have been constantly reading ideas across the web, and I am no closer to truth.
Some times I think that the internet is a microcosm of my mind, and that my mind is a processor of external information and that the world is simply a programme on a computer. A bit like the matrix theory, how do I know what is real, who is real and whether they have their own existence or whether they are just a part of my subjective experience?
I am a very lonely person, and I have accepted my mistakes and in the future I hope to live harmoniously and that one day I will make some friends that genuinely get along with each other and base our companionship on positive aspects and mutual interests.
That is the meaning of life, to be happy, to love, and of course, to be loved.
