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What is life


Some may ask: What is life? Why are we here? What is the meaning of life? And although I can't give exact answers I can give my perceptions, viewpoints, and opinions I agree with or believe entirely. Without a sliver of doubt in my mind life is a never-ending void of pain and suffering. An area in which I and yourself did not want to be put on to go through such struggles and useless, nonsensical garbage that wouldn't even matter in the future. Yes, life is as great as it is disappointing, I'm sure we've all had an extremely large lack in motivation and have zero authority of our own life to do anything about it. We always find a reason to smile but never a reason to stay happy. Yet somehow in some way this life we are given can be a gift at times. Only because of that fact that not only did we learn to love but we learned to live, laugh, create, remake and remodel ourselves and our own thoughts. We also learned how to change each others lives, from a man to a woman to whomever they may call themselves as we are still human and as a human we think of these thoughts endlessly. Thinking day and days onward about how the world, as we know it, is still the most horrific and most disgusting place we know of yet. However, one must not give into the approaching nothingness on the universal horizon, we are but a speck on a dot, on a slather, on an even smaller dot, but that does not mean one cannot enjoy the absurdity that we have created on this somehow perfect planet. Nothing is entirely good nor entirely evil.There is so much we aren't certain of in such little time and the most important of all is whether or not you're spending that time doing something you love. When you're in the middle of a hurricane you don't get to stop and look around and realize. Are we Happy? Are we being real? Am I being... Me? Take a step back and enjoy it...please. You're safe. We're safe. We love you. I love you. Thank you. You deserve it.

When I started writing this (which took days) I thought of situations others may be in but after a little bit I've realized we all struggle including me. I've looked for answers, I'm still looking for answers and If this piece of writing helps anyone I want them to know that we're all struggling and deep down to the bare bones of the universe nothing is fair and the perceptions, viewpoints, and opinions of others including me and you don't and will never matter, but that shouldn't stop anyone from spending their short time trying.

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