Who are we?
That is a question that occurs to most people, but its answer is rarely ever answered.
But is this question meant to have an answer? Or is it supposed to be on of those great mysteries of life. For each person it’s obviously a different answer but still how can we, human kind, figure out who we are and what our purpose is.
Are we just here to make time go by a little quicker? Or just to enjoy something that will never come again? So many questions with no answer are a thing that most people ask, and I am one of those people. If you love someone and you don’t know them how can you love them? Or what if its that they love you but you don’t know that your love them? Everything that I don’t understand, its meaning is so much more emphasized, it puts more want and need in to knowing.
Death is something we all see eventually, some sooner than others. What if we leave before we know the answer to our questions? Does someone tell us when were dead all the answers or are we left for all eternity wondering why and what if?
My cause of death will probably be confusion or just not knowing.
But when I do die I will find someone who can answer my whys and what ifs and who we are and what our purpose is.
The only problem is, I wont be able to tell anyone else…

*dont copy my confusion!!