To the zero people that keep up with and read this blog and care about my absence and inactivity, I am sorry.
One of the first questions that one encounters or receives when he starts studying philosophy is – Who am I ? Since I haven’t addressed this dilemma through this medium thus far, here’s my answer.
‘I’ am a memory, a memory of what this meaningless entity labelled Siddharth Balodi was . I am worthless and have no meaning or reason to be here but yet here I am writing this meaningless blog which hardly 2-3 people will ever read. This blog only satisfies my need for expression and perhaps only helps to vent out my emptiness.
What have I achieved? What have I become? Why do I have to be someone or do something? I have an insignificant impact on this world, on my world. I’ll weed out of this world and only the last person who reminisces my presence would care.
As Dolores Abernathy said – “You only live as long as the last person who remembers you”
I’m not depressed, but I have no reason to be happy, no reason to look good, no reason to speak well, no reason other than proving my worth to myself.
But then again who am I? Why am ‘I’ so fixated on pleasing myself? Why am I so selfish?
I am nothing but a thought and I hope I have an impact great enough to keep this thought alive for long.
Evince 
Don’t you think the ‘I’ here is a culmination of your memories? Like the ‘I’ is not exactly you. The ‘I’ is what others did TO you or WITH you. Only a small amount is the legitimate ‘I’ depending on the choices of ‘I’, which in turn are nothing but an influence of the other ‘I’s around you. So at the end of the day, there is no ‘I’.
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Bruh once you get laid all your problems will be solved if not there’s always drugs
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