锘? used to think life was hard

Now I find it pointless...

The obstacles are no longer there...

My mind has become listless with boredom

Most people would fear isolation...

Yet I somehow anticipate it

As days turn into weeks...

Months into years

I still find that not much has changed

There is no more challenge to life...

What more is there to do?

Is this even the life I was meant to live?

Was I even meant to live at all?

Its almost like some form of punishment

For something I know what I did...

Or subconsiously in the life I live

It seems the same aspects of life

Have similar karmic effects to them

I don't even know who I am anymore...

Or what I stand for

If anything at all...

There are no guarantees in life, after all...

Though ironically we're all guaranteed our own eventual demise.

Only to have everything we worked to accomplish in life taken away

Are we simply here to preoccupy our time on this Earth?

Are really dying to live?

Or are we living to die?