There are times when everything makes sense.
This life, our way of living,the way we spend it
Our way of thinking, the way we treat others
The way we consider we have a say in others lives
But then there are moments when all these things seem bizarre
Like what is the purpose of this life?
What’s the point of this life if we are gonna die?
Why are we even here?
Why do we love someone when we know anytime they could leave us or betray us?
Why we make friends?
Why we keep on adding all these people in our life when we know they will eventually die and leave us in all this pain of loss?
Why we spend our whole life chasing after materialist things?
Why do we hide our own true self from others?
Why do we envy other, get jealous. when we can be happy for them?