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Location: Saskatoon, Canada

Member Since: September 2011

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I'm just twelve, but am very mature for my age. I have written three children's books (unpublished, not on here) and one full novel (while making one right now).  If you want more info, I think you're a creep. A bit more information though, I suppose I must add.

I have a multiple personality disorder that I see a therapist for, which is why in my present Novel, left with myself, the characters have way big what seem like mood swings. My personalities are Erinn (depressed, cutts, suicidal), Emma (gay and pretty happy in general) Rebecca (happy-go-lucky, popular with the guys) and I have Sarah (a mix of them all but a bit more... crazy). I love myself as me, whoever I am.  

I have a question for you all: 

What do you think is the purpose of life? 

I've been trying too figure this out for a while now but can't seem to get it right. I know you may say, well, there is no purpose to life but I know there is. I know that deep in my heart something is telling me that I must have a reason to live, and deeper than that I'm being told it's my job to find ot what that purpose is. 

The closest I've come is this: 

Since we all die, is our purpose in life to die? I've been thinking about this idea because when you think about it, people try their hardest to do their best and to be the best they can be, but of we all die, then is the purpose of this life to die? I feel it must be, since what else coudl the purpose be? For example, if somebody says that the purpose is simply to remain happy your whole life then why must we die?  I know we have to die because otherwise te world would be terribly overpopulated, but think for a minute. 

We all live. Then we die. We work our hardest at something, then we die. We spend our entire lives being happy and hopeful and such, but then we die. So my idea is that, simply put, because we cannot postpone it, death is our purpose. We have no other way to get out of this life, and we have no other way to get away from everybody forever, so does this mean that we live to die? Or do we live then die? 

My second question is simply that, do we live to die, or do we live THEN die? 



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