Sometimes I wonder why I feel like I'm missing out on something for every event that happens, even though I don't celebrate anything that's been scheduled anymore.
Why does everything feel so empty when everyone else is having a good time over an absurdly trivial specific occasion?
They're all doing things in their celebration. They want to make the days special. What exactly do they do to have more fun than they normally do, though?
Why are other days discriminate? Why can't we feel so good everyday?
If humans didn't exist, every day would be another normal day. The fact that everybody else seems to be celebrating about something so abstract, and so irrelevant to nature, is confusingly bothersome.
Why would it feel so bad to celebrate a randomly chosen time? For existing? Are people so egotistical as to want special recognition beyond the acknowledgement that they exist?
I can't explain why celebrating about nothing would feel so disheartening.
Is it because something more notable would be left unacknowledged?
Are we just afraid of things transpiring in vain?
We are all going to die, after all...
Ｅｘｉｓｔｅｎｃｅ ｉｓ ａ ｌｉｖｉｎｇ ｈｅｌｌ．
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