sjsprWriting

Existence.

It’s weird you know? Like a lot of things in this world. But anyway, we are just these random beings just…. Existing… just being. We don’t even know what we are. I mean we know that we are “humans” , that’s what we are labeled but is there something more to it than that? It feels like there should be.

Do we just exist, as in, we are born, we live then we die and that is the end ouf our existence? Or are we born from something, for something and we live with purpose and die, then move into a purpose?

Is existence infinite? Or not?

Just something to think about….