Artificial Intelligence.

F-f-f-f-ind yourself.

My life is not tragic. It is not pleasurable. It is not mine.
Like everything, we humans, make life to be a possession, but that is false. Life does not belong to us, it is not ours to critic or referee. When we feel it has been fulfilled or wasted, we misconstrue, when the reality is that we have no credited hypothesis regarding the matter. Although, one may argue that, life, a series of events, is yours to define and obtain. But, I ask you, does an event belong to us? If it does, then does a joyous occurrence as well? Or a unfortunate one? Or are all of these happening simple, well, happenings? I understand that we want to believe every incident in life happens for some sacrosanct reason, but I beg to differ. I personally, believe that thought is another psychological vanity that is deep rooted and ill esteem in our truthfully, sad, feeble and pathetic repetitive lives.





Please, excuse my ranter, I am feeling very cynical and pessimistic today... but perhaps this is when I am the most realistic.