"The meaning of life, who the hell knows what the meaning of life is!"
Listening to the question echoing incessantly in his ear, Lin You only felt a headache coming on.
He disliked discussing such philosophical questions the most; it made him feel pretentious. To him, it was nothing more than a distraction when he could be considering what to eat tomorrow instead.
If there truly is a meaning, shouldn't it be each person's own assignment to life?
He often heard people talk about the end and the beginning in similar ways before.
When they say something like "Since sooner or later we all die, what's the point of living?" it made him want to puke.
Was the purpose of your birth merely to die?
Since coming to this world, Lin You had struggled and made countless efforts just to survive and finally reach where he is now.
Thus, it's hard to empathize with those who belittle their own lives.
A colorful world.
There is plenty to pursue.
