Why Do I Live?

January 12, 2022

Why Do I Live?

I don’t know why life seems to not be destined to me

Every time I try something it just shatters in front of me

What’s wrong- I mean, who’s wrong?

Do I deserve this?

I don’t know what my purpose is anymore

Do I live to die or do I die to live?

It’s unclear to me which one it is

Not because both are the same but because it alternates

And I guess I’m tired of alternating

I don’t know what’s wrong

I don’t even know what to write anymore

There’s probably the least art here in this poetry

It is barely a poetry, it’s a pottery

Of something so ugly that I’m never able to master

Called life

But who’s the master of life anyways?

You? Do you think you mastered life already?

Mastering what 1+1 means doesn’t make you a master of it

Or being able to answer questions more complicated than that

Doesn’t make you anything more than people like me

Who doesn’t like math and whatever follows

Is it really the key to life? Mastering the math behind it?

Or is it to master the science?

Or is it to master the God’s secret?

What is it to live anyways?

A dying earth?

World pollution?

Corruption?

Disasters?

Wow, fun.

As if I wasn’t disastrous enough

Don’t expect that reading this will get you the answers

Expect that reading this will get you the questions

Of something so inevitable called living

We never chose, but we’re all striving

Some of us are even dying

But they always try to keep living

Why?

Why do you want to live?

To fulfill your purpose?

But why?

Who are you even trying to help?

Who are you even trying to serve?

Who are you even?

Think about that

To get crazy rich and to buy the biggest house in the neighborhood

But why?
What for?

To acquire the most knowledge of the world