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what is what?
What is what?
What is the meaning of life?
When we are born we take a deep breath and cry to let the world know we are living, and when we die that breath stops.
So when we take that first breath what is what?
Do we know?
Does our underdeveloped brains secretly know that we are going to suffer and and that’s why we cry?
Do we instantly know that we will get our hearts broken over , and over, and again; that’s why we cry?
Do we know that we know we are going to lose the people we care about, the people who are going to raise us?
And do we know that we are going to go through all of this to suddenly stop breathing one day with or without knowing how?
What is what?
What is this “purpose in life”?
I look around and see happy children having fun,sad children getting scolded, and children with no parents that are homeless or in poor living conditions.
Then I see teenagers living the “ordinary” teenage life. Hanging out with friends after school, school clubs, dating, getting their heart broken, gossiping, bullying, and being rebellious,the ideal home life.
Then there are the other teenagers.
Hard Working, studying after school, part time jobs, and the not so ideal home life.
Then there are the adults this goes to the twenty one year olds till the fifty five year olds.
There is job hunting, starting your first job, dealing with people you don’t like, having a job you don’t like, having a boss you don’t like, then there is losing that job, and unemployment, and if you’re too old in the business no one wants to hire you, but you still gotta pay your bills and support your living expenses.
And then there is retirement years were you don’t know what to do with yourself.
That’s kind of self explanatory.
What is what anymore?
We go through all this, for what?
Life lessons?
Learning from our mistakes?
What’s there to go through or learn if we die in the end?
Why take that first breath if we know we our last breath is coming in the end.
I feel like Mother Nature is messing with me.
I mean they say if the world is in chaos
And nature is unbalanced Mother Nature will “correct itself” by rewriting itself.
Starting over,
Sounds nice.
So how bout rewriting the human race?
I feel we are pretty unbalanced. I feel we are the chaos causing Mother Nature stress and anxiety. Sometimes I wish my firstcry never came out or my first breath was my last, because this it feels like I can feel Mother Nature’s stress and anxiety, mixing with my depression.
BY: Marisa Chau
