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What do I want?

A few things come to mind immediately:

• I want to drink just as happy at that moment was.
• and other banalities. Point.
  

point (oh so that I had already mentioned). Still, point. But this is precisely the point:
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more I find not just one. Because everything else is so buried that I do not really know. This does not mean that I would bury my ideas, because I do really a lot.
Only if God - or any other person - ask me that, I have no verfünftige answer, I am totally perplexed wonder where there may be a question a lead in life.
I want a lot. I know almost nothing. Actually, even nothing.

is life itself?
Is love means to an end?
If God is the purpose for which funds?
Or perhaps both?

What do I want?
I want to sleep and hope I wake up tomorrow and knows it. But I have to assume that things that need to be excellent, to be developed.