The thing about life is, that everything is inevitable. We live, we die. We love, we fight. It's hard to imagine a life without things that go wrong. It's hard to think that we can be happy and live life and find love. Everything seems so unreachable. like in the great gatsby when gatsby gets shot. The house slowly moves out of his view. He was so close, but yet so very far away. We think our dreams are in our reach, but we are in a illusion. What if life is a illusion? How do you experience consciousness? Are you really alive? Are you even breathing? What is life? what is death?
