Thought,
a simple one-
What
Is it all for?
-The world,
Me and you
Why exactly?
We're born.
We live.
We die.
Then? Free again maybe?
All of the grief, all of the pleasures.
In the end it all turns to ashes.
Why live a meaningless life that makes no difference to anything.
The people we care for, shape our actions. Those people would die too so would we.
When everything has to end, why make it up so complicated for every living being.
We start from 0 and end at 0.
Why this sorrowful journey in between?
Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 12:48 AM UTC
Thought,
a simple one-
What
Is it all for?
-The world,
Me and you
Why exactly?
We're born.
We live.
We die.
Then? Free again maybe?
All of the grief, all of the pleasures.
In the end it all turns to ashes.
Why live a meaningless life that makes no difference to anything.
The people we care for, shape our actions. Those people would die too so would we.
When everything has to end, why make it up so complicated for every living being.
We start from 0 and end at 0.
Why this sorrowful journey in between?
© Gyanmanjari, 2026. All rights reserved.
I see innocent children die of hunger. I see people being brutally killed by nations. I see women being ***** When this life, full of pain, has to end anyway, why does it all even exist in the first place?
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