Why is it that we appear out of nowhere, stumble through life, just to leave it at the very point, in time that all we've worked for are coming to fruition. It's like being a battery that runs like a bat out of hell, when we first appear, but as time wears on we slowly degrade until we run out of life and end up buried in the ground.
Why are we here, if that which we learn is most times ignored and only a select group of people are awarded for their efforts, by having them documented in history books to be revised years latter by those unfamiliar with any of us.
Is the continuation of the human race so vital, since we do so little for the environment we live in or those creatures we share it with. All we have ever done is devour that which we could and manipulate that which we can't.
I ask again. What's the point?
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