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Young Writers Society


Light_Devil!

About Light_Devil!

I've been thinking about death a lot lately. I'm not sure why. Not my death or anyone close to me - just death in general.

What is death? WHY is there death? What comes after death? Should I be afraid of death? Is death like sleep? Do you just suddenly stop?

This inevitably leads me to the path in which I question the existence of humanity.
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Why are we here?

After that I feel I think older than I should. Older as if maybe deep inside I know the answers to these questions, but will never really know if I do and I continue searching.

Like the answer is the air we breathe, we need it to survive, but we can never really grasp it.

- This is what goes on in my mind when I drift. I'm sorry if I appear rude when I'm not listening, but sometimes I think about more important stuff than what you did on the weekend.


Interests

Reading, writing, drawing, playing games and laughing.

Occupation

School, :P


This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much all of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movement of small green pieces of paper, which was odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
— Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy