Who decided that I should come into this world?
My parents? No. If someone else had been born in my place, it wouldn't have mattered to them. They didn't choose me. They chose the idea of a child. That's all.
And now, here I am, questioning a life I didn't ask for. A life without meaning or purpose-at least, none that I can find.
People will say things. Wise things. "God has a plan." "Life's purpose is to do good." But I don't believe them. Not anymore. These ideas aren't truths; they're stories people tell themselves to feel less lost.
The truth? No one knows why they're here. We're all children, believing the stories we're told until life shows us otherwise.
Doing Good? At What Cost? Some say life's purpose is to be good. "Do good for others." Always. But what does "good" even mean?
What if your kindness to one person becomes a weapon against someone else? What if you help someone who has harmed others? Would you still call it good?
People love to preach. They'll tell you to forgive, to help everyone, no matter what. But I wonder would you still help someone who killed your parents? Someone who hurt your sister?
If your answer is yes, you're either lying or a fool.
The Struggle Within I don't know why I think this way. Why can't I just live like everyone else? Why can't I accept life as it is, without asking so many questions?
Maybe ignorance really is bliss. Those who don't ask questions-they're the lucky ones. They live. They laugh. They die, never knowing the weight of these thoughts.
But I can't be like them. Even if I wanted to
Hello. My name is shin I'm a college student. And honestly, I feel like I don't belong here. Not in college. Not in this world.
I'm tired.
This world doesn't need me, and I don't know if I need it.
My childhood wasn't great. My parents passed away when I was 12. And you know what? I didn't feel sad then, and I don't feel sad now. They never loved me. I never loved them.
I grew up alone, always on my own. I never had friends I could truly trust. I never found someone I could open up to. Sometimes, I think about ending it all. But then I wonder-what would be the point of living these 20 years if I die without achieving anything? I'm stuck. I don't want this life anymore, but I don'twant to leave it like this either.
A Wish for Another World
Sometimes, I dream of waking up in a different world. A world where life is thrilling, full of purpose. A world where I can be someone, do something that matters. A place where I can finally find someone who understands me. Someone I can talk to without hesitation.
I wish I could disappear from this world by tomorrow morning, leaving no trace behind.
I wish I could open my eyes to a new beginning, in a place where I truly belong.
But then I wonder-does such a world even exist?