I saw my life where I’m rid of smoking I saw my life where I’m rid of pain I saw my life where I’m rid of sorrow I saw my life where I’m rid of my mind telling me to die I saw it all. But then, without the pain, what am I? Who and what am I supposed to be? What is my place in this vast world where my existence is nothing but a tiny minuscule atom in this grand universe? I wonder where it all started. Does it start from my life as the one true substance alone or does it start from the littlest atoms that make up my existence? My life comes along like an empty boat flowing steadily along a stream A stream that is at times, rocky, turbulent, smooth nonetheless, a stream My consciousness makes up for even the smallest particle within this grand design of life itself I wonder if it is all meaningless... What is my existence amounts to nothing? but here I am, existing. Would it be better to have a life where the meaning of one is irrelevant to o...