For the past few days, this thought had been bothering me: "We all live to die..." No matter how I think of it, the sentence does make sense - that's why I'm currently disturbed. From that, many questions could arise. And, I'm afraid, I don't know yet of the right answers.
> Why were we all given the gift of life when it would just soon be taken away from us?
> Do we love to get hurt?
> Will we be remembered when we die?
> Will we die a few moments after we fulfill our mission in life? If so, would it be better, then, to not figure out the reason for our existence?
All these and more are confusing my little mind. I know it may seem pointless. But I write all my thoughts down. It's the only way I could be a little less stressed by this dilemma. I got a lot more important things to think of. May I be enlightened, somehow.
I know we'll all die. But, I don't want it to be too soon.
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