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At times I find myself looking up at the sky, staring at the stars wondering about the meaning of life and if there is true happiness. Questions pass through, thoughts pop up here and there and I still asking myself two questions, Will I ever be happy? Is there a reason for me to be here? Every time I ponder these questions I find myself coming up with nothing. Each star I see has a story, a secret, and I being one of curiosity want to know the secrets and the story, and I wonder if any are for me. I wonder that if I knew a secret that maybe it would be about me and about my life in the future. I want to know what my life will be, what I will be so that I can tell for sure if I really do have a reason to be here. Everyone says that everyone is here for a reason, but what is mine, what is yours? The thing is we don’t know why we are here so can there really be a real reason for our own personal existence? We are but animals! We are nothing but another creature that occupies space on this planet of life and some how our species is suppose to have a reason. The only one I can think about is to destroy whatever we touch, destroy whatever we come into contact with. So many minutes of my time is spent on wondering what my reason is, and I feel as if out of all the people I know, I am the only one who takes those minutes to wonder about it. Is life nothing but wondering? If it is then aren’t we lost? We are lost for all of our lives and when we die, that last moment we have left, that is when everything makes sense, and then we pass on. We learn what the meaning of life is when it is too late to use it to make life what it should be.