Have you ever wondered why we exist as human beings? Why were we brought into this world? And I am not looking for "Well your parents loved each other very much..." and that whole deal. I am asking why us; why are we the ones who gain our own conscience and function as human beings. And why do we get to a point where we feel as if nothing ever matters to us when at one point it did. Why do we say those things and act quite the opposite?
Life is weird to experience; to be in; to live a part of it. People believe that life is a dream; where they get everything they ever wanted with time on their side or a nightmare where everything seems to plague their darkest fears and use it against them. Sometimes they experiences both worlds, a consent of everything going around them right then with a snap of fingers their world flips upside down where death himself taunts them in the shadows before they have to greet his cold boney hands in that moment where they have given up thinking they shouldn't live in a world where they believe they shouldn't live in or with time on their side that they'll reach his boney chilling hands when the right time comes for them as if they were old friends from another life.
So, why us humans waste life worrying about death himself when we should live and explore why we were chosen to stay alive, here in this world. Find our purpose in life before raising our hand to his, greeting our old friend once again.
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