How am I meant to live my life with meaning
If a spec of mud on the floor of my kitchen is my equal
Matter is neither created or destroyed
Everything is just a evolution of something once before it
I don’t get it
Why could I not have been born into hundreds of beautiful flowers in spring
Instead of something that hates its own kind
We learn that we should have dreams, have aspirations for our older years
What good would it do?
As I grew older I’ve grown into realising
I’m not special
You say ‘we should be together forever’
Why is that significant?
‘I love you, stay with me’ is some pathetic cry
for finding something worth holding on to in life
I can barely hold on as it is
I can’t do it
The quicker you realise that world war 2
Will not matter nor will it affect anyone in 200 years
The quicker you should realise
Neither will you