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Apr 2021
Is life a game? If it is then should I play it as one?
And if not, then should I take it seriously?
If it’s a game, then what’s my goal?
And if it’s not, then what even is it?

I cannot be the only one
Who doesn’t have a clue?
About where I am heading
Nor what I am meant to do
Everyone Cares about their purpose, but not really  What even is life?
Ideally, it is kinda busy, tricky, but also pretty
But all we can do is make some theory

We do what we do because we were told to do what we are doing
Never did we try to change anything that we do but why?
Having fun and being sad, laugh’s and cry We can experience All the emotions in the world, but at the end of the day we will never know why?

All I seek is the absolute zenith of truth.
Neither I nor you will ever know what was the point of all this love and suffering and this painfully harmonious beauty that is life.
Written by
Talha
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