responsibilities

to who and what do I owe my existence? Is life something we take so for granted? Just because we don't see the meaning, just because we're having a hard time, just because life really does seem to suck, does it give us the excuse to want to stop living and harp on dying?

 on a lighter note, at project meeting today, we were supposed to use our past knowledge, something taught a few semesters ago, to solve a problem we were facing. And we all forgot. And one group mate asked: why do you guys come to school if you're not interested to remember what you learn? And another replied: I need that piece of paper to unlock my life.

So much sense in that one statement. Yet.. why? Why do we need that paper? Why do we struggle so much?

That said, dying probably really isn't the answer.