Life is Depressing
Some days I feel horribly ungrateful. Here I am, in the "most powerful country in the world" with "the most freedoms of anyone" et cetera patriotic propaganda inserted here. On a more personal, and realisitic level, I am getting a great education, I never go hungry, I have a place to live, it is clean, it is relatively safe, and I'm never overly cold or hot. All of my physical needs are met, and more than necessary; I have cable tv and a laptop, and access to the internet. I have a guy who I love, and we are in an accepted, socially encouraged heterosexual, white relationship, and I have plenty of friends. I am fairly intelligent, or at the very least, I get good grades.
But, I am still...unsatisfied. I can't really think of a really good reason to do...anything. I go to school, workout, do my homework, do the dishes, read every once in awhile, keep abreast of the news...but it seems so pointless. I guess I'm going through a nihilist phase, but one that I can't seem to get out of. I want someone to tell me what is the point of life? What is the point to keep doing this: to live, work, play, exist? Why are we here? Why should I keep doing this day after day? Everyone just accepts that we should keep living, but I've never had explained as to why.