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Popular opinion states my last post was a success, so its now time to disappoint all my critics.

Its my birthday today, and I’ve turned 22. Its an exciting birthday because the next time I’ll have two of the same digits in my age is in another 11 years; so I better savour this coming year. Other than that, it was just another birthday. It was nice for everyone to be over, and luckily Little Owen was over and was the life of the party, taking the pressure off me. I remember when I was younger I heard that the older you get, the less important your birthdays seem. No idea where I heard that from, but I heard it somewhere. And, well, its rather true in my case. While they’re still exciting - what with the gatherings, the gifts, the attention… - they come and go much faster. The excitement of the day itself doesn’t really dissipate, but its certainly not as when I was a kid, counting the weeks, then days, to my birthday, then remembering how great it was for days after.

But perhaps that only means that I’ve found other things to count down to? Isn’t life just the time in between you waiting for something to happen? And lets face it - our ultimate date is the one we were born for. Job 1:21 reads “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return there; the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away….” So what then can be called the best lived life? The one with the most appointments, the one with the most dates to count down to? I would be cautious to say so. If I didn’t have so many things to wait for, things to preoccupy myself with, perhaps a simple yet huge event as my birthday would be met with more anticipation. Then again, perhaps not. I’ve been counting down the months, then weeks, and now days until school starts up once again. Perhaps its just a case of shifting levels of importance that I place on all the things going on in my life. Certainly, though, school - more specifically History - is a huge part of my life; anyone who knows nill about me will know that. As one of my older posts states(which I admit was copied from an older writing I had done a couple of months ago), history is a mistress of mine that is so dear to me. And if it wasn’t for my REAL, human mistress I’d probably be an eccentric book-hermit by this stage.

Perhaps thus is the meaning of life. Not history, in particular, but rather finding your own Mistress for life. Ultimately I can’t see any point to life, even when religion is in the picture. If we leave a human womb only to enter the womb of God, is there a point to that? Sure, some may easily say the point is to pray, worship, do good deeds, and then gain entry to Heaven; and although I can theologically agree with this argument (for reasons to long to put down here) I can’t help but feel that it seems a little silly. (For an atheist this dilemna is almost non-existent, but again - its a whole different argument.) I say that life is by-and-large pointless, to the point of despair. Therefore I think it is wrong, or at least utterly pointless, to enter into long polemics and apologies on the point of life (and, rest assured - this is neither!) For we must not ask others what to point of life is. It is not some generalized thing that can be summed up with one point, such as asking what the job of a human resources manager of a company is. Such a thing has a specific description. But life is to individual to summarize; yes yes we all have the same things we go through, but we all experience them differently. Some things one experiences is never experienced by another. So it is to ourselves that we must ask what the point of life is, for - because this life is so individual - it is up to us to decide what the point of our life is. For some it is religion; for some it is school; for some it is personal ambition; for some its family. But ultimately it is up to us to decide what makes us tick, right until our time runs out.
Yet one more case of Tom Foolery