Just sat here trying to figure out the last 47 years of my life and what purpose did it hold?
Fuck, what is this purpose of life and why is it so damn hard to live?
Humans since the day they are born are the only animals on this planet that know that the outcome of life is death.
I'm comfortable with that but what freakin' purpose does it hold?
Why do we keep this fucking cycle going, the pleasure of birth the sorrow of death?
I watched death many times , the sorrow agonizing pain of it all but yet we choose to give birth to feed it again.
Life is some crazy shit and time is priceless but yet we keep it going for the next generation to enjoy the pleasure of birth and the sorrow of death.
And as always, thanks for listening!