What is life?
What does it mean to be alive?
Does it mean to breathe? To exist? To survive?
Sometimes I wonder if we were brought into this world for a purpose.
If we hadn't, then why are we a part of this world?
Why do we strive to continue living on, knowing that obstacles are being thrown at us everyday?
Are we living for the sake of others, or for the sake of ourselves?
Or is it just for the sake of survival?
The moment we start living, we start dying.
Why struggle to cling on to life?
When we know that it will all be over one day?
Is it for the enjoyable memories that we shared that gets us through everyday?
Or the smiles of the close ones that we live by.
Why is life so uncertain?
Yet death is only certain thing in life.
Life is but a mere sensation.
Nothing more, nothing less.