I knew a sad boy

I knew a sad boy who didn't think much of himself or of anything else. He was aloof of this life and wondered why he existed at all. He could think of Hume's argument of only relying on the five senses and then he would think about Kant's thoughts that we can't really know anything of the outside world. He would sigh under the lovely blue sky that always welcomed the sun in the day. He would look around and often wondered if others saw the vanity of all things. It is a sad thing that something exists rather than nothing. It was better for nothing to have always been than something because he would not have to dwell in his vanity. 

He was very sad indeed and I counselled him many a time that God exists by necessity. He saw the good in my argument and was convinced by its logic and necessity but he could not bring himself to believe it because he had abandoned the pursuit of truth and rather loved his preference of being miserable. His case was of the man who acts according to his taste rather than what is objectively true. 

K.Oni