why am i alive if i'm not free to live?
i must be alive for some sort of purpose...
my life doesn't make sense otherwise.
i've been through so much
i've survived so many things
i must be here for something...
after all, each morning that i wake up breathing, i am beating long odds
i defy the statistics, or at least my path has.
so, why? what is this 'purpose' that i've been spared for, when so many others have not been spared?
currently, my 'purpose' is to discover the purpose of my life... the reason i'm still here, when i probably should have died so many times over.
but, if your purpose in life is to find purpose, isn't that pointless? isn't that somewhat nullifying, since the concept just brings you full circle to right back to where you started?
a life spent questioning why there is life to be spent is what exactly?
possibly a waste of said life? shouldn't i be out living that life, rather than sitting around questioning why there is still a life to be lived?
