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Does everything happen for a reason?
I have been back and forth with wether or not I should believe this is true. It's like... you wanna think that everything you are doing, everything that everyone else is doing, and everything in this life has a meaning and purpose.... but does it? Has everything for us been pre-determined to the point that every action, even little ones, are all planned out for us? I sometimes believe this is true, but other times, it just doesn't make sense. And here is the main reason why:
From what I have come to know, as far as God is concerned, is that he created the world and all of existence one day because he was bored and lonely all by himself in the universe. He made the galaxy, animals and stuff, and then finally images in his form. Now it is said that God is all knowing, but it is also said that he made man with "free will". We are free to either serve him, or to not serve him... it's up to us. But what gets me is, if he is all knowing...why knowingly create beings that would even HAVE the "free will" NOT to serve God? Is it really up to us?? And if it in fact is, why would God create, knowing that some would be eternally damned for NOT serving? It's semi, kinda, not our fault if you actually think about it.
Also, why create a world in which you already know that outcome of everything already? Is it like watching a favorite movie of yours? In where you already know the ending, how everything is gonna play out, and you even know it word for word, but you still enjoy watching? Maybe that's it. It's all very mysterious to me.
Maybe all of us have specific tasks in our lives... "goals" rather... that we will all achieve in our lifetime. Maybe the route specifically is all up to us. Maybe there is an easy, lucky, fun way... and maybe there is a hard, depressing, violent way.
Are our lives really already planned out for us in every single step? Or is there still a chance to be.... unpredictable?
What do you guys think?
p.s. I know we shouldn't really be questioning God like this, but I am really kinda confused on this subject. It's not like someone shot my friend and I'm all like "WHY GOD, WHYYYY!???" It's a legitimate question!
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I just wanna scream sometimes. Just go somewhere, and just fkcn scream. But then I think how my throat will hurt after that. So instead of scream, I'm gonna vent all of my feelings out to this blog as I usually do.
I'm depressed. I'm bi-polar as hell, yes I know, I know. But just bear with me! :)
Anywho, I'm depressed. Like, where in the FKC is my life going? What is my life right now? It is nothing! Sometimes I feel like Im not really good at anything. Sometimes I feel like I have no real talent, no real skills. Why do I feel like this at times? Is there something wrong with my brain? I know that we are all our toughest critics, but this is just OD. Will I ever snap out of this fkcn trance I;m in of hopelessness? I just want to be successfull (no trey songz). Why can't I fkcn just be already??!! It's not that I'm lazy, I just don't fkcn know what to do anymore. This life is a fkcn big a** brain puzzle, and I'm fkcn stuck. I'm lost in the world (no kanye).
All I do is talk, talk, talk about this shyt. and write about it. And talk about it with others. But what the fkc is there to DO??? What is there for me to do to reach my life goals? I know I always ask this, but shit!! Sometimes the frustrartion consumes me and I must vent.
Sometimes I feel like I should just fkcn go back to wack ass college, get a stupid fkn degree in some shit that I could give a FKC about, marry some shmuck, have some regular ass kids, have a regular ass job, a fuckin boring ass life, and just fuckin wait till the end of the world to come and fuckin take me away to my eternity.
I know everybody thinks like this sometimes. It's really hard to say out loud, AND type, but I feel like it must be done. I must share my thoughts. If I don't do atleast that, then that would really be sad. To be trapped alone in my mind with all of these terribly depressing thoughts. Eh, not for me.
Some people's purpose is just right there in their fucking faces. It's obvious as fuck, and their path is pretty visable. But me? ahhhhhhhh! ughghhhghghghgh!!! ajkdfhkajhd;flakh;dlkfh;!!!!!
Sorry for these ramblings, I really am. I really really do hate when I have depressing blogs, but they must be written!
But alright, I suppose I'm done for the moment.
Back to doing nothing....