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I saw my life

 

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 oneself?

But if it isn’t, then how can one understand their existence?

How can one see their pain, their sorrow?

How can one know their own self?

My existence is nothing but a blimp within a large tapestry of entropy but im still here, breathing and wondering....

Without it, who am I?

What am I?

What was I made for?

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