What is this void feeling that keeps chasing me? Am I attracting it to myself or is it attracted to me? But what does attraction has anything to do with this? Is this the consequence of staring too long at the abyss? Why am I stuck with asking these questions? When am I going to seek the answers? Not just someone else’s opinions but answers, my own answers, that are true to the core my existence, not fantasy, not cynical, not nihilistic, not based on deductions of this world and it’s nature. Only when you fell down, you understand the strength that one needs to stand but here am I wondering at the nuances of life, maybe it’s not that deep, maybe nothing is. Maybe it’s all a chance, random possibilities with random probabilities. It doesn’t make sense if try to make sense out of it, but does it even have to? Circles. Circles. You end up where you start.