Sometimes I wonder what’s the point of it all. We work, we eat, we live, we pray, we fight and we die.
We just die. We stop breathing and we cease to exist.
All that effort, every single drop of blood shed, whisked away in an instant. To be snuffed out like a candle, when everything seems to be going your way.
What is the point of it all?
There are days when nothing seems worthwhile and other days when everything makes you feel like you’re on top of the world. That’s life, though, isn’t it?