Questions. So many.

What is life besides an inevitable route to death?
We all are born without a purpose and the majority fails to find it as they grow older.
Why do we love? Why do we hate?
Is greediness a sin or just the natural way?
Doesn't the natural instinct of the animal kingdom say they need to survive and live the best they can?
Survival of the fittest was always the motto, wasn't it?
Others will pick and grab everything they can from you, to climb up the ladder.
Where do you go? Stepped on, over and over.
Betrayed by a lover.
Betrayed by someone you always thought would be by your side?
It hurts. How would it feel for you to be in their place?
I know you wouldn't mind. Who would?
Conscience is a 'bug' in Nature.
How ironic is it that Humans are the only animals with the so-called 'conscience' but we are the ones who've been destroying everything?
Questions ... I'm filled with them. This doesn't make sense. Is there a defence?
Because I'd need some reassuring. Surely being a Man doesn't make me superior when it comes to enduring...
Enduring the World, that is.
How do we wash ourselves with just a few drops of water and feel fresh and brand new?
For a moment: Reborn.
How does it rain and floods happen but no dirt is washed from this planet?
Is 75% of the Earth not enough to clean it?
Is a catastrophe really that? A "catastrophe"?
Or is it, on the contrary, a way for the world to say "this needs to be cleaned"?
Why do we love? Why do we hate?
I ask again, though no answer is found.
"God" seems to be the answer of the believers of the Good-Will.
Maybe the followers of Religion are the ones who are faithless? Faithless in mankind, faithless in themselves.
Why need to ask for help to something invisible and non-proved if they can change the world?
Surely one person cannot, but Religion does not only have 1 follower.
What a façade we've become. Fighting against ourselves.
We'd swear on our loved ones' graves that we are right. No need for a fight.
Bastards.
Ignorants.
What is a tear?
Pain and suffering? What about a relief?
We cry upon stumbling something harmful and tears bring us (relative) comfort.
Ever noticed when we cry we forget about everything else but what we're feeling in the moment?
Irony, irony.
If someone bit your ear, arm or nipple, you wouldn't be thinking about your children but about your pain, right?
I would. I'd just want to get rid of that pain. But isn't it sad?
Oh how misery is mad.
This is dreadful. Life is.
Why are we so afraid to die if that means all our suffering will end?
Isn't that what we all wish, pray, beg for?
Questions, oh they fill my head.
Love problems, money problems, social problems, historic problems, health problems, family problems, nature problems, professional problems.
All finished. All buried. In a casket they lay to rest.
Is this just a test?
I guess everything I said sounded apocalyptic, "Emo", perhaps, as many would say.
I say it's positive we have negativity, because that's what makes the world go around, and perhaps what will make the world go 360º, back to where it was.
In Peace.
Oh, how we want it.
Restness.
Oh, how we need it.