Sometimes as our small black and white cat, Missy, wonders around sometimes I get the impression that she is lost and aimless. She doesn't particularly want to be fussed or played with, nor does she seem to want anything in particular. She wonders slowly and hesitatingly in and out, here and there... I can't help thinking that she pains over what the point of life is.

Why, ever, would you want to wake up, in this world?

I know my answer: To improve it.

But what is Missy's raison d'être?

Tags: development, existentialism, life, philosophy
Current Location: Mönchengladbach, Germany
Listening To: "War & Peace" by Solitary Experiments