To breathe, to blink, to exist.
I've always wondered, what exactly is my purpose?
Through the years that passed, this question of mine, or pretty much everyone has different answers based on different situation or events.
Am I here to make people laugh? Angry? Sad? To annoy people with my jokes and puns? Am I here to criticize the people around me or to be criticized? To be an example of what you shouldn't be? Am I here just to be questioned and is always expected to be detailed and specific when answering? Am I here to be used and ordered around? To be taken advantage of? Am I here for people to rely on? Am I someone else's purpose?
What exactly am I here for?
Am I here for the sole reason of being the hope of our family? Our country?
I can only answer with: I'm here to feel.
To feel pretty much anything.
To feel happy, sad, angry, scared etc.
To feel as if something will go wrong.
That's pretty much the only answer I've got.
Now, should I be thankful for waking up to another new day? Survive through it then dread for the incoming tomorrow?
To think that I'd still be here, typing random things I want to let out.
