What were we made for? I’ve got myself thinking this. We’re here abusing everyone and everything for our problems and issues when it’s not their fault- perhaps not yours or mine either. We’re here, on Earth, existing, breathing eating and living with a billion other creatures. Within those vast numbers, there is not one we can say we know completely and as a whole. Because that’s impossible. We don’t even know ourselves. We’re here, living if you could call trudging through life that, and working past every instance of life when it’s all just going to end one day. Leaving nothing behind but a carbon footprint.
And sometimes, I can’t help but hate it. Not life but the circumstances life has put me through. And I know I shouldn’t curse the life I’ve been born into, nor should I complain for everything that is directly and indirectly always my fault but it’s so hard keeping quiet. I really, really want to know if it’s only me feeling that way.
I feel so alone.
