I often question the reason for my existence
why I depend and others depend on me

I often question why my humanity depends on things, physical or not

My wants and needs are but fleeting specks of the tiniest time measurement in the universe

What can i possibly accomplish in the widest spectrum of things

To become better if not impossibly perfect?

To help another soar through life amazingly?

If, and only if I, as a human can accomplish absolute humility

Because as an animal i feel my existence is but a blade of grass in the garden of natural selection

Most of my regret comes from my meager path towards accrementition

The illusion taught from birth that only the best conquer and others are but cogs of your clock.

sticking out like a broken bone, rest assured that life wont **** you.
At the very least it will most likely shatter whatever crumb of happiness emanated from your soul.

For death is only momentary

...And life is too.