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Okay, this is going to be a big, bad, post, because I'm really pissed off at 'fate' right now.

What is the fucking point? is my question for today. Or for the rest of my life, probably, for that matter.

What is it. What's the point. In pacman, the little yellow circle that apparently has a mouth has to live by eating those chips and save his ass from the ghosts.

But what's the point to this game we're playing?! There's really doesn't seem like a good answer, but that hasn't really ever stopped anyone from trying to 'find out' has it?

Every think of it? This? The mere point of existing is wanting.

Because the day human beings stop wanting things, there'll be nothing left to go on for ... not like there's a lot right now, but yeah ... then it'll all be complete.

Let's keep 'life' out of the equation for a moment and just look at smaller things like 'memories' 'fate' and 'destiny'

Starting with memories. What's the use of having these? If they're good ones, you'll probably be sad, because you'll remember what a great time you had and guess what? It's never going to happen again.

If it's a bad memory ... then, well, that's just it. It's a bad fucking memory, and you hate it, and hate yourself, and hate life, every time it decides to jump you in the corner.

What's the point then, when it can't lead to anything good?

Next ... fate and destiny, because I'd like to tackle these two together. They do almost mean the same thing, don't they? Fate ... destiny ... meaning, that everything has already been mapped out ... and we're just pawns doing everything we can, to just reach a goal that has been already decided for us. "The End" as some would like to call it. But there are many. And I'm not talking about the big one. I'm talking about the "every thing good must come to an end" end ...

What's the point of trying, when "every thing happens for a reason" and "every thing's meant to be" and "you can't defy fate" and bla bla bla ... the list of quotes by people like Stephen King can go on and on ... and they always come to one end too ... they leave you wondering.

Where are our chips? Where are the ghosts? Where is that big chip that enables us to eat the ghosts?

What if ... and this is stupid ... but what if : We are the pacman ... ghosts are our trobles ... chips is the need to want ... the big chip is hard work ... and with hard work, you can eat all your ghosts ...

or ... what if that's just bullshit ... because, what the fuck does Pacman know?

What if ... and why ...

... we might probably never know ... but if you do, be sure to spread the word.

I crack myself up. Like you'd find the meaning to life.