What is life? I wonder in my head.
Is it a phase between nothingness, the absent of death?
Life is a strange thing.
How it consumes itself, from the very beginning.
To be alive means that others have to die.
It is cruel, I keep wondering why.
Why does everything that’s build, someday ends up being destroyed.
Why does every story dissapear in time, the endless void.
What is the meaning of life and what’s it’s purpose?
Why does it keep repeating, when it seems worthless?
Or is it this ending that makes live unique and worthwhile?
Should we al just take the chance, and smile?