On A Suicidal Note

It occurred to me that if any psychotherapist were to read my blog, he or she would think, I am suicidal.

My blog is littered with notions of death and the insignificance of living our lives in fear of death. I know I write a lot about the meaning of life in my blog. I do this to justify my existence.

There are a ton of theory on life and how we should live it. But in the end, what matters to the dead. Do you really think we are destined to go to heaven or hell when our time expires?

I do not know this. There is a theory that this whole universe is a hologram and there is a theory about the 4th dimension and a whole lot of contradicting stuff among various religions. So who is right?

Maybe after-death is unique to an individual. After all we are what we believe. But who knows these kinds of things? We just trouble ourselves with these kinds of worries and forget the most crucial part of our lives. Yes. I meant living.

I know I haven’t done much living lately, I am like you troubled with worries and doubts. But hey, these things get better. I know it will. Said it myself. But why am I so bored, broken and brittle?

Well I needed an avenue to empty my mind. My blog’s intricate purpose is to serve as a container where I can flood it with rational and irrational thoughts. Now that I have done this. I can get back to my life.

I wonder what I will do next. I know... I will go and read.

So till my next post ya, its bye from Ganz.

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