What is life all about?

Isn't that the ultimate question of 'em all. I mean if anyone knows that, wouldn't that mean they know everything else too. And if a man knew everything, the past, present and the future, would he want to live anymore, seeing that the mystery of living would be replaced by the dread of breathing. Ok. Let's go easy now.

What is it about love that is so painful. Why is there so much suffering in getting attached to something, be it a woman, a dog or a 60k worth camera. What the hell am I saying. No wonder I'm lost. All I've been doing these days is sleep, read, talk and sit late into nights suffering to quit suffering. I have an exam coming up and should I be doing this right now. All of us, in life, know all the answers. Its all about asking the right questions. And having the courage to accept the truth. Shit. Quit sermonizing asshole. Alright, off I go then. I'll do what I should be doing right now, not think so much, take life by the moment and everything is going to be just fine. Rather, great.

Chow.