I don't quite understand life, it's much too complicated. Who wants to be born, only to for you end goal to be death? I know everyone has a time, and everyone must die at some point, but what's worth living for? What makes it a tragedy when a child dies, but not when an elder does? That doesn't make much sense to me. Why does a child's life come before others? Is it because they have their entire life ahead of them, and the other has already lived? Who's to decide that one life is better than another? Why does anyone have the right to play god, and decide one may die, but not the other? And though I know I'll never get answers, maybe ignorance is bliss in this case, and it's better off not knowing anything. Anyhow, why do I deserve answers? I'm only a teenager, who's life hangs In the balance between good or bad, knowledge, or death. In the end I'm just me, one of the billon put on this earth for no reason, but to die.