What is life-- how did we get here, who got us here, and why are we here? What makes us real, how are we real... are we actually real? Are thoughts that race through my mind every time I read slaughterhouse 5. In Vonnegut's text, he talks about how we are living in specific moments, and fate. Is there really such thing as fate? I think Billy and the Tralfamadorians were calm and accepted life because they only believed in fate. I believe that love is one of the main, one of the most important and one of the most beautiful factor of life. And I think Billy never really felt true love, so he never fought, he never even tried to change anything. But when there is something you love, something to fight for, fate doesn't really cross their mind, because free will takes over. Because you want to hold onto that love of yours, and you wouldn't want it to get hurt in any way. Even though Vonnegut casually described a little bit about his war experiences, I felt many things-- I was able to discover just a little bit about what it's like at war and what soldiers experience, and reading this text made me want to thank the soldiers that fought for us. But also at the same time I feel great sympathy and made me realize the measure of violence at war... and it is just cruel. I really wish that someday there will be world peace, where everyone gets along and everyone can just enjoy their life not worrying about anything else. I honestly cannot thank enough for the soldiers that fought for us for this freedom, and it is sad that we cannot do anything in return. All we can do is thank them... and when even if we thank them a billion times, it's not quite enough.
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