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Don't you ever feel like just writting your own autobiography? Like you have to document who you are, now, for future you? Or just to let everyone understand you, every bit of you. Would anyone care?

The more i think about it, the more it seems people just sit around and wait for something good to happen to them. No one lives forever. And if the point of living is litterally being alive, then what is life but a mere postponing of death? No, no, that can't be it. Life, in all it's glory, should consist of the good, the bad, and the memorable. Simply. The more bad that occurs, the more one learns to appreciate the good, the more memorable said good will become. If you live life simply conforming and doing what you must do to survive-- the essentials, then you're competely missed the mark. Take a goddamn chance once in a while; for what is

So i'm finished with it and I'm upset because I didn't want it to end. <3 I absolutely loved it. Everytime a character died I felt like falling apart and breaking down, and everytime something good happend i could swear my mood improved drastically. That's how into it I was. The humor in it was comic, but in an all too sad way; which i loved. There really isn't anything funny about war after all. I can't being to define the sheer genuis that went into it. Pure brilliance. Moral of the story: In a world with so much corruption and insanity; there really is no other way to survive sanely than to be utterly insane. Yossarian Lives.