A Series of Questions

My days are numbered, it looks so gloomy for me but it’s so clean. How can it be that life is valuable when it eventually dies? Is it because life dies out that makes it so precious? Or is it the fact that life is what you make it and it’s raw and it’s all yours? Life itself is one of life’s biggest mysteries, how do we know when we’re wasting our time? And how do we know if what we’re about to do is gonna allow us to live or cause us to die? No right answers, only wrong ones. Cause just like life, it’s unanswerable and always unpredictable.


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