Sadness and Life

What is the meaning of life? I hate asking this question. I hate thinking. I would rather be happy. Am I deliberately avoiding difficult discussion? Maybe I am. So what? Religions have come with different answers. Buddhists think that we were once cockroaches. Christians believe in an afterlife in heaven with Jesus and all the fucking saints.

I have no idea whether all they say is true. Not all of them can be right. As for me, I will just try to live my life in my little corner of the house. I have all I need. An internet connection, a roof, some clothes and a little bit of food. Who cares about love. I love myself to death.