(no subject)
In the end, it always seems to start from the beginning again.
From the moment you are born all of your time is spent learning who you are and wondering why you are here.
As soon as you think you've answered those questions something happens to make you second guess yourself.
And with all the time in the world you'd think we'd have the answers figured out by now... but again and again you start from the beginning.
And you die not knowing who you really are.
And why you were put here.
All we have is love to keep us occupied.
From the moment you are born all of your time is spent learning who you are and wondering why you are here.
As soon as you think you've answered those questions something happens to make you second guess yourself.
And with all the time in the world you'd think we'd have the answers figured out by now... but again and again you start from the beginning.
And you die not knowing who you really are.
And why you were put here.
All we have is love to keep us occupied.