Why do I write, is it simply because I have nothing else as my own? Why do I cry, is it because tears are the only thing I can trust in my grief? Why do I smile, Is it because it is the only way to please others? Why do I love, Is it because it is the only way to hold another human to me? Why do I have pets, Is it only because they don’t talk? Why do I save money, Is it only because I need security? Why do I eat, drink and excrete, Is it because I am adamant of my physical existence in this world? And why do I write all these? Is it because I need a means of self expression?
And why do I ask all these questions, is it only because I always like my mind to be occupied with thoughts, especially some bullshit philosophical stuff?
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