The way I see it

Alive. The very essence of the word suggests that our breathing bodies have a purpose. Our souls are limitless. Boundless. To live is both beautiful and tragic. First kisses, first loves, Times when our hearts were truly touched. Good times with great friends, And the freedom to decide what YOU want to do next. However it seems as though base and cruel actions multiply. Or maybe, with each passing day, we grow more aware of the horror that has been present all along. The mystery of death, innocents suffering, the constant fear of hurt, Has the ability to cripple effervescent spirits. All I know now is Nothing.