Thinking About the Unanswerable

As far back as I can remember, I recall thinking about life and the meaning of it all. Throughout my entire youth, I wasted countless hours pondering about living and what comes after death. It took many years of refuting my own ideas, but at the ripe age of 12, I came to the realization that as a human, I will never have the answers to the reasons of my existence or proof to my existence in any shape or form. 

Today, many of my friends try to gain a grasp on the meaning of life, but fail to do so with any conviction. This is due to the lack of evidence for any theories on the subject, and the requirement of faith in order to have any sort of conviction. For this reason, I sometimes wish that I had never thought about any of this. It is much simpler and easier to live life when you know that there is a reason to do so. Somewhat recently, however, I overcame this folly in my semi-realistic thinking by having little doubt in my own existence. 

Pessimism is a good quality to have, unless it is the only quality you have. 

Fin.