Purpose?
I wrote this years ago and just found it in an old journal. So don’t judge, lol.
Sometimes I ask myself why everything falls into place the way it does. Is there actually a reason for everything? Or are my suspicions true and there is no logic behind anything that happens and I’m just having a shitty fuckin day. That’s what authority doesn’t want you to believe. If everything in this world believed it had a purpose it would be a perfect world. Earth transformed into utopia. But that will never happen. Take me for example… what good would I do in the world? Sure I throw out a good deed every now and then, but who doesn’t? Pretty much everyone I know has a descent view on moral values. I’m not gonna do anything spectacular in this world. As far as my dreams go (writing music) fat chance in hell. So what does someone do when they finally understand how miniscule they are?…
