Thoughts

Existence is a word in which can bring to mind just how BIG the world is. But no matter what, it seems, that we as humans... will never comprehend just how vast life itself is. It sometimes feels as though I am being suffocated and mocked by how easily a life can be snuffed out of existence. We exist and we create relationships, and bonds, and sometimes other humans... yet all for what purpose? To cease to exist at the hands of a mad man with whom we are thought to know? Not a single creature on this planet, and perhaps other planets beyond our knowledge, understands what comes of us. Do we truly possess a soul? Are we truly forgotten? It seems as though I am asking a question asked much earlier than my own time, but I am not. I am merely telling a tale of humanity. No matter what happens in life, no matter how much we are reassured in life and death, we shall always have an inkling of humanity within our curiosity, like a compulsive animal. We are compulsive animals. We are human.