I Havent Been the Same Since My Father Died
It’s been almost 2 months since my father died, and yesterday, my cousin died; she was only in her 30s.
It got me pondering about life, as expected of someone grieving, and i’m stuck in a loop of thoughts. The fraction of life that used to make sense to me, stopped making sense to me. I don’t get why we live? What’s the point? Is this all random? Is there heaven or hell? Why do we presist to exist when our final destiny is to cease to exist? What’s the point?
It got me pondering about life, as expected of someone grieving, and i’m stuck in a loop of thoughts. The fraction of life that used to make sense to me, stopped making sense to me. I don’t get why we live? What’s the point? Is this all random? Is there heaven or hell? Why do we presist to exist when our final destiny is to cease to exist? What’s the point?
