We are only a fraction of a molecule of sand floating eternally in an endless abyss.


I never understood how people manage to make life so complex. What is the point of life. Is it love? Is it death? We're all living on this Earth together yet we complicate our time here by meaningless arguments and decisions. If life has no meaning why do people choose to live? If people hate life so much why do they continue to breathe? There is something about life that intrigues man to keep going, but what is it? Everyone has a first love. I am almost positive that the majority of people can say that the feeling they felt when they were with them was indescribable. It is a feeling that comes from an unknown and begins to rule your life. But first loves are first loves because they ended. If they didn't end they wouldnt be your first they would be your only. Everyone has a family. Everyone has problems within their family circle. Some problems affect others more. Sometimes people say things without thinking and they never realized what they said and how much it hurt the person they were talking to. I'm someone who wishes people would view the world through my perspective. I see my time here as something that is uncertain. I live day to day knowing I'm going to basically expire. I never forget anyone in my life because I never truly understand why things had to end up the way they are. I wish people could see that the way things are has always been in our hands. Life doesn't have to be the way it is. It is this way because this is the way we made it. It's early in the morning, and I can't help but focus on these issues. I really need to learn how to live life the way the rest of the world does.