•why do you exist?

i was very anxious of what am i going to answer in this question after it was asked on our English class in dost. i told everyone that i exist because i think. i think of God and so i exist because He wants me to exist and He wants me to think of Him. i sat down and tossed down a couple of air. i was into my ceiling and i just conversed of what i’m thinking of as of that moment. i was vague of my own existence and i guess that is totally right – not that i don’t exist because God wants me to, but there is really something wrong about how i look at my existence. i was a bit hysterical, confused and hazy later on that day until i realized things i should have mentioned that day.

i exist because i want to exist, aside from the fact that God wants me to. i exist because that would only be the greatest thing i could ever do for everyone – to be there when they suddenly realize that they need me right then. i really don’t have any idea why do i have to exist but all i know is i want to exist.

i fear that someday i would be asked by the same question and i’ll have to put a question mark on my hand and spank it to my head. i am uncertain of what lies ahead. the future is skewed, it changes as seconds pass by. who knows that i exist to assassinate someone? it’s a bit too early, i guess, to tell that i exist for this definite reason. i don’t want to be embarrassed someday in front of all eyes in the judgment day and looking back to the day i answered the issue of why do i exist, i’ll have to ask myself – what the fcuk have i done to myself?

all i know is i want to exist for me to find out what my existence is bound for.

i missed the old days. ;[