Do you want to know, why I feel this way
Asking why is like asking why the world is this way
Because there are few things to be happy about
It’s hard to be happy by the simplest of things
I wonder why it’s hard to be happy and easy to be sad
I wonder why it’s we have to work so hard for so much time, to get a few seconds of happiness
You might as well not work at all it’ll save you some time
And yet, you still work in a world of despair
Just to have those few moments of happiness that will never last forever
And I’ve just realized that’s the only thing we live for
To work as hard as we can to grasp those few moments of happiness
If that’s all we do in life, what happens after life’s over
Do we still work or something else?
I wonder, I really do wonder why we do the things we do and how we feel about it
Because if this is what we live for, then what we die for should be worth dying for
What we live for is happiness, pleasure, and comfort
In a variety of ways what we live for can be done in either a good way or a bad one
The bad things we live for like revenge, corruption, and dying
But the things we live for the most happiness, joy, freedom, and love
That’s the only thing
That keeps us from destroying ourselves
Life is fragile and hard at the same time
Fragile because it can be crushed like a butterfly or shattered like a dream
Hard like ice, and has the carelessness of fire
All I say is true, and I have two questions for you
What would you do in the moment of truth?
And what do you think we live for?
Answer that for me