Why am I alive?
Do we have a purpose?
Or are we just here to fill the empty spaces
Is our only purpose to finish what the previous generations started, finish their mistakes.
I don't want to finish them, i want to change them,
Why don't we change them?
How come, there is only a handful of people in the world willing to risk others perceptions of them, in order to change the world.
Our purpose isn't to die, its to create something incredible for the rest of the world to see when we leave.
YOU ARE READING
Ramblings
PoetryA place where i can publicly keep my thoughts, enjoy reading my mind x
