Why Are You Here

I don’t know why I’m here. –So, why are you here? You were brought upon this unfair world. You were either planned or not. Perhaps you’re the only child or think you feel like thee only child–left alone. You grew up with aspirations, dreams, wants, pretentious declarations. Innocence soon diminishes, you become more distant–only thinking about tomorrow. You wonder how things happen and why things happen. You wonder about your existence. You wonder about your purpose. You wonder about life. What are your passions? What do you love? Who do you love? How do you love? Where is love? Things happen. Things and people come and go. You look back, you peak what will be — you rarely live in the moment. –So, why are you here?