Through the years. I've wondered what to do with my life. Yet I never knew what is the point of life.
Looking for it, I noticed that it is pointless to look for a point in one's life. However, the question remained unanswered, what is the point of living? I wondered, for days, weeks and months. Until I realized that my point of view wasn't getting me anywhere. Why not instead change my attitude towards life. Instead of looking for a point to it and not just enjoy the ride? What if the point of it is to enjoy it, or better yet, there is no point, but it just feels good to enjoy life? As a result of this new philosophy, I started shaping my present and my future, for I would do everything in my power to maximise fun.

Taking this new outlook in life changed everything. For what I valued changed,in some aspects, while in others I realized how important were other things in life. The first realization was of course, I want to be happy. Secondly, I wondered, what provides happiness? And it wasn't really materials that provided it. Though they supported happiness, materials alone are worthless. What did however, was being around my parents, my siblings and friends. That is what was important. Just having positive thoughts, while engaging in conversation with them. For example, over the summer I was back home with my parents and siblings. My usual day start by waking up, usually my sister knocking on my door, telling me that breakfast was ready. I would dress up a bit, and go downstairs where my mom would greet me, and treat me like a King, while I would go and hug her. As I walked towards to the table, my Dad was sitting there, he'd greet me too. We would then talk about stuff and laugh, while eating delicious breakfast that my mom would cook. We had eggs, hash-browns, sausage links, pancakes, milk and OJ, etc. All the good stuff. My siblings would be there as well, and all in all we had a great family breakfast. I love those times.

Sadly, as I'm away for college, I can't help but regret the times when I didn't maximise happiness. The time I had discussions with my parents, the times I fought with my siblings. It hurts to remember I didn't squeeze every single drop of every family experience. But nothing hurts the most as the memory of me trying to leave for college, looking for something, not knowing that happiness was always back home. Sometimes I wish somebody had told me this would happen, sometimes I wish I could go back in time and do things perfectly, but there is no such thing, there's no going back.
I am however glad, that now I know! I think it's a good thing to realize this at my fairly young age (22). And now, instead of striving for excellence, I strive for happiness. It is my firm belief that happiness brings excellence in the people

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The scorpion and the frog.

They have chosen their path, made their decisions. They brough this uponthemselves, therefore they deserve it and I feel no compassion for them. One must protect oneself from them and avoid contact.
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The Scorpion and the Frog

One day, a scorpion looked around at the mountain where he lived and decided that he wanted a change. So he set out on a journey through the forests and hills. He climbed over rocks and under vines and kept going until he reached a river.
The river was wide and swift, and the scorpion stopped to reconsider the situation. He couldn't see any way across. So he ran upriver and then checked downriver, all the while thinking that he might have to turn back.

Suddenly, he saw a frog sitting in the rushes by the bank of the stream on the other side of the river. He decided to ask the frog for help getting across the stream.

"Hellooo Mr. Frog!" called the scorpion across the water, "Would you be so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the river?"

"Well now, Mr. Scorpion! How do I know that if I try to help you, you wont try to kill me?" asked the frog hesitantly.

"Because," the scorpion replied, "If I try to kill you, then I would die too, for you see I cannot swim!"

Now this seemed to make sense to the frog. But he asked. "What about when I get close to the bank? You could still try to kill me and get back to the shore!"

"This is true," agreed the scorpion, "But then I wouldn't be able to get to the other side of the river!"

"Alright then...how do I know you wont just wait till we get to the other side and THEN kill me?" said the frog.

"Ahh...," crooned the scorpion, "Because you see, once you've taken me to the other side of this river, I will be so grateful for your help, that it would hardly be fair to reward you with death, now would it?!"

So the frog agreed to take the scorpion across the river. He swam over to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger. The scorpion crawled onto the frog's back, his sharp claws prickling into the frog's soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy water swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the scorpion would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of the stream, his flippers paddling wildly against the current.

Halfway across the river, the frog suddenly felt a sharp sting in his back and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the scorpion remove his stinger from the frog's back. A deadening numbness began to creep into his limbs.

"You fool!" croaked the frog, "Now we shall both die! Why on earth did you do that?"

The scorpion shrugged, and did a little jig on the drownings frog's back.

"I could not help myself. It is my nature."

Then they both sank into the muddy waters of the swiftly flowing river.

Self destruction - "Its my Nature", said the Scorpion...

And I will look down and whisper "No."

(In Rorschach's Journal) Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No." They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like my father or President Truman. Decent men who believed in a day's work for a day's pay. Instead they followed the droppings of lechers and communists and didn't realize that the trail led over a precipice until it was too late. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody Hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth-talkers... and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say.

Compassion is for the weak of heart and mind.

Compassion is for the weak of heart and mind. Compassion causes you to rule out logic and rationality infavor of emotion. A very feminine emotion if you ask THE DON. Compassion causes you to make choices that you might regrette and can cause you to get seriously taken advantage of. Earth is a cruel planet, despite how wonderful America is. Compassion is for the weak. The merciless and cruel are strong. So to answer the question where does it come from.. id guess it comes from the bottom of some wishy washy indivduals heart.