There is a time in your life, that you ask yourself "Why am I here? Why should I go on? What is the purpose in life if we all die in the end?"
Philosophers have written books, invented tales, created stories around this theme. Songs that we listen to come up with answers and new questions. Poems reveal the suffering in each answer.
But still I'm not satisfied, maybe because my life stinks trouble in every chapter. I don't care. For now I only want to know, why being one of the life in society rules, which everyone tries to gain the most doing less, should we keep living?
As I stated before, we all die in the end, so why so much trouble... so much illness, suffering, pain. Maybe the answer is between the moments of pain, does moments filled with laughter, happiness, and fulfillment. Maybe is a fair trade. But still death could be so liberating, suffering-free, why continue? What is in the other side that scares the crap out of people?
Why don't we believe in the words of the One who cross and came back to tell the story?
There's a saying that goes like this "when someone dies, is like a library that burns whit only one unique original book in it". And so I think this is the answer to our persistence to leave. TESTEMONY
We hate the idea of not living a mark so we live, at least leaves a name in the birth certificate and other certificates we fill through life
