Cos it doesn't make sense 1

I am really a silly girl, always thinking about things that I shouldn't be thinking about. The year-end-examinations are almost over, in fact, less than 24 hours more and I'll be free. Free from what? Examinations? I'm pretty sure that's not it. We still have more examinations to come, be it in school, or after joining a workforce, or in life, until we die. No, we're not free, we never will be.

My stopwatch stopped exactly 29 minutes ago, and it had been recording the duration of time I spent staring at an entirely blank piece of paper. As white as pure nothingness, as white as white can ever be. Or perhaps, it's just an ordinary white piece of paper that is only called WHITE paper because it is a mere name given to that one color. And yet color is a given name too...

Everything in this world is created, or rather, named by us. We give everything names according to our ways of "thinking", our ways of "logical resoning", our ways of "scientific definition" and everything else that we, the human, came up with...

We turned our own lives complicated, for the better, for improvement, but do we need to improve in the first place? Would we actually die if we live in a world without televisions? In a world where everyone, or almost everyone, fears death and seeks every single way possible to evade death?

I think, therefore I am...
Losing faith?