What is the meaning of life?
why do we live, what is there to live for? what makes us get up each and every day? when each day all we are doing is waiting to die. maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but some day. why does it even matter if all we're doing is hating each other for the differences but loving each other for our similarities, why does it matter when in the end, its the end, theres nothing more to it. what happens when all is gone? what will it matter then? what will make the difference in life, when life doesn't really exist? why are we living in this world if this world is full of hate and horror. theres the good, but with good theres bad, with bad theres good. is the bad always worth what good it brings when in the end it doesn't really matter? in the end it doesn't really matter, does it?
