Why do you live?

Well, there's now a couple of topics about our fucken damned life. In coffee-house I somehow proved there's nothing for what a man must live. Don't ask me how I proved it. I forgot.

 

I live in Belgium.

 

i live for my daughter's convenience, apparantly.

 

To give people a goal and idol wich they may, in vain, try to achive.

 

Why do I live? Because I want to. And I've got such bad luck that I'm sure that if I wanted to kill myself, random people would die instead of me.

 

Now I understand why french think belgians are a bit retarded.

 

I live to achieve world domination. Unfortunately, I have lost my plans.
(I think Bill Gates or George Bush found it...)

 

mmm.... waffles!

 

I live because I haven't done anything of note yet. When I become famous, chances are, I'll die. Not because I want to, because I think that if my life was to somehow turn towards the light, as it were, fate would conspire against me and kill me.

 

Why do I live?
Oh that's easy. It's because...because...er...
I...I've never really thought about it before...but I mean...there must be a reason...
OH GOD LIFE IS MEANINGLESS!
-Blam-

 

I'm God. I don't have a choice. *Pout*

 

I live because life is good, as much as it sometimes seem meaningless, it is not.

Every day I find something worth while and occasionly sth breathtaking.

Life is really a kind of a summer vacation. It can be great and sunny and it can be dreary and rainy.

It depends how you look at it. You can see life as a obligation and sth you can't avoid, and you can see it as a vacation and be free.

You may say I live to enjoy life. You won't be far from truth. There may be some chores and things you can't put off, but part from that I spend my time relaxing and enjoying things in my spare time ( like this forum).

 

I live because I'm too lazy to die.

 

I live in the vain hope of a time machine so I can get the HELL out of this fucked-up era!

 

I live to waste life, since it's something free, why not use it?

 

I live because others are depending upon me. If nobody loved me or held me dear, I'd see no problem in dying. But as long as even a single person do, I'll keep living.

 

In my favorite several-times-mentioned coffee-house I developed the idea about goal of life. Not reason, but goal. The goal of life was to die the best way. For example: you can die lying on golden... er... large thing in the form of something average between sofa and bed, saying your descendants that they must perform a great task, that you were the greatest man, or you can die, because 4-5 hooligans, each 1-2 years younger than you, wanted some money and you were in bad mood and didn't notice there was 4-5 hooligans, not 1-2. That was substituted...er...from that nothing in life has no value except death etc. etc.

 

Cos.

 

What you mean, fuckl? I wive in Belgium. :wavey:

[Slightly drunken post. Poster is not responsible for the contents of this post. Retardedness of the post is deliberate, though.]