If we could ever come to a realization, we know we are not permament. Merely figures moving around on this planet, trying and trying to understand the meaning. We feel like we have must a great purpose in life, a high order and a magnificent, gradiose reason for being alive. But as we walk down the winding road we see more beautiful things, and uglier ones that ruin too. And with each step we take we hesitate and pause and questions start to surface. We start thinking hard and thinking in circles and we frown as if in denial.
Is our purpose in life.. just to die?
