I know there's no point to be happy, neither to be sad;
I know there's no point to be nice, neither to be mad.

I know there's no point to the losses, neither to the wins;
I know ideas like hope, are preposterous things.

and yet I still laugh, and yet I still cry;
and yet I am still terrified, to know one day I will die.

and yet I still care, and yet I am still sorry;
and yet where there is none, I dare to write my own story.

for whatever that's worth...