| Qu'est-ce que vous faites dans la vie? |
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| J'aime l'art... J'ame la peinture, la musique classique, le jazz... |
| mais... |
| La vie est miserable. Oui. |
| It is curious to know why you exist on this earth. You see, I think life equates to unhappiness of another simple being. In return, I lack true altruism. I neither know nor have the heart in me to understand how to give back. I can only merely act. Hasn't life been the cause of death and pain? Why is it that for one to survive, there must be so much suffering? When the game's over, you will disappear into thin air. You will go to heaven, me, hell. Then, reincarnation? Why do I exist? |