What is the purpose of life, is there a purpose? To what heights do man strive so hard for, monetary gains are but temporal. Power, fleeting and meaningless once you've reached the peak and find that the there is no one at the top but you alone. Pleasure? Self-seeking and destructive, the deeper you delve into it the more you get entangled like a drug addict awaiting his next fix...
Why and what do we we strive for daily? To what do we purpose our lives? Is it for the em-betterment of mankind? Is it to seek new heights and achievements to boost our egos? Why do we exist?
As another person walks down the alley of life, to what purpose does he cling to. As another babe is born today what awaits him in this profoundly enigmatic situation that surrounds us. What possibilities awaits him in this complex web of uncertainties?
History has brought and taught us countless of lessons but have we learned? Have we grown or are we following the imprints our forefathers made, repeating everything, different era with the same errors.
Oh to what purpose evokes a man that he should die for a destiny he so desires. Oh for the infinite amount of possibilities within and yet the web of unseeming gloom that has been spun upon us.
Is this trap escapable? Are we able to learn and adapt to our higher calling or will we repeat the past before us. Arguments are but void if the words abounds with no purpose. As time lies ticking away and we waste time bickering away, another one bites the dust.
Oh when will this spell be unbound on this long and winding path,
Where birds and beasts abound in this grotesquely grown under path,
As he twiddles in this game of solitaire.
To what does he purpose himself to or will he be forever trapped in the latent intricacies of life.
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