Everyday I live life but it has no meaning to me. I do this because I have to not because I want to. I get up and do the same things. The reason I’m alive is because it’s better than the alternative- death. Why are we given dreams, hopes, emotions and feelings if we all will die eventually? There is no good reason for our dreams to be crushed and our feelings to be hurt. It seems like a game or reality TV show for whoever is watching. Laughing at our embarrassment and crying over the deaths of our loved ones. In the game of life we have a time limit and when we die the game is over. Why? We’re given life just for it to be taken away. Life is so meaningless... but we have to keep on living.