Why does life exist?
A man with a slightly chubby build with deep black eyes, hair and beards asked himself while sitting very close to a window.
He was at a local restaurant called the full dew. The restaurant was full with lots of people all making merry as they smiled and laughed at the top of their voice. Perhaps they were celebrating someone getting married or someone winning the lottery he didn't know. He just watched them for a while before retracting his gaze and focusing it onto something else.
He looked outside the restaurant using the window slightly close to him as he watched different people of all age, size and genders move about.
He retracted his gaze once more before sighing to himself.
"It seems i will never find the answer." the man thought to himself before standing up from his seat.
He took out a slim brown wallet from the long black trousers he was wearing before bringing a few paper bills out from it and dropping it on his table.
He then left the restaurant and started walking among the crowd of people around him.
He walked for sometime before he took a turn into a fairly lit street. The street was dimly lit and was full with litter but he didn't care as he walked past it.
After a while of walking, he arrived at a average looking house. The house looked all worn out but the man continued walking towards it and then entered it.
Sigh
"it seems i will never actually find the answer to my question." the man thought before sitting on a very worn out chair. His expression was one of tiredness and exhaustion.
The truth was that this man was a philosopher. He had always been trying to find out the truth about life, universe and existence since when he was a child and now he was already old and he had not even be able to scratch the surface about existence.
"It seems the truth about everything will never be found by me." the man said to himself with an expression which clearly showed tiredness and exhaustion not regret.
"i have already lost everything i ever had for this dream, the man said his tone calm and cool, yet i do not have any regret. While all my peers all got employed into different jobs, had families, children, companies, i refused and stayed all by myself trying to find out the truth about this universe. I read books, upon books, upon books not caring about anything else.
Maybe my decision was wrong.
Maybe it was completely delusional and stupid.
Maybe i was just some edgy teen wanting to be different from everyone else.
It could be true and also not
But if there is one thing i know about my life so far is that i have no regrets. I have no regrets for living in this worn out house nor do i have regrets for choosing to become a philosopher.
If i ever knew i was going to end up this way by becoming a philosopher, i will still choose this path. For this is my goal, my dream, and my reason of living till i find out the truth.
I have no regrets!
I have none.
The man said to himself a broad smile appearing on his aged and wrinkled face before he suddenly felt a sharp pain hit his heart.
He immediately slumped from his chair and fell to the ground as pain assaulted his chest region. It felt like a hand was squeezing his heart and sucking away the life from his very body.
"I guess this is it for me" the man thought amidst the pain.
His expression remained the same as before not even changing even a slight bit. He was approaching death but yet he did not bend.
"Well it was a nice run, but it was bound to end, the man said to himself as his consciousness slowly faded away.
He had accepted death as it was a part of life. He didn't fight it but rather he accepted it. He knew it was bound to happen as he was just a human.
"Well i guess this is it" The man said as his deep black eyes fell silent.
The very thing which made him alive was now gone. He was no longer like other living humans rather right now he was dead.
Like a random dog on the street he was DEAD.