There's always a point in our lives when we question why we're here. Is there a purpose to us being alive? Are we wasting our lives? Why do we exist? What are we supposed to do? Is it even worth it to live if we're just going to die? There's no real answer to this question, everyone most like has differing opinions about this. We don't know if we were born with a specific purpose, with a life planned ahead of us. The only certainty that we have is that we're going to die one day, and more likely than not, going to suffer along the way.
Many of us waste our time away worrying about everything, even if it's inconsequential. We worry and worry and worry. Will the money suffice this month? Will it be enough to pay the rent and food? And what about the gas and bills? Is my family faring well? What can I do to improve myself and my life? Am I doing well in school? Will I get fired? Will I ever amount to anything? And many more questions, they stress us out and make us doubt ourselves and our abilities. And for what? A mediocre way of living, that's what. Unless you're rich, then good for you! {though that doesn't mean you don't worry!}
The grand majority of the world's population is poor, millions starve to death because they can't afford food and water. Others die of diseases that are easily curable with the right medicines, but they're poor and can't afford it {or maybe their country denies them their needs!} Who knows? Horrible things have always and will always happen, because humans are destructive and selfish and ambitious and vain and just flat out horrible creatures {not everyone, of course, but most}.
The intent of this post, before my fingers ran away from me and started ranting, is that everyone is important, everyone matters, and everyone should try to enjoy their lives, because in the end, they're the ones living it. Do what you like, except if it involves hurting others, and enjoy the road to Hell!
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