How can one long for life when the world brings mostly death?
Is it because we long to see the light at the end of the tunnel, because we wish for a better life ahead of us? Is it because we're so curious and desperate for things to get better that we can convince ourselves to keep pushing our will power to keep going like a train engine with endless fire.
How is it that we, the people of society be so beautiful with this power but still manage to lose it when we choose to let it go?
This is what I ask myself when I'm sad
