What is life?

What is the point of it?

Why do we excise?

Why are we on this planet that we just destroy little by little everyday?

I never got the point.

Life seems to be out to get us.

There is such a thin line between life and death.

One wrong move today, could lead to your death tomorrow.

I hate it.

I hate living everyday, wondering, thinking, of when and how I am going to die.

I rather live my life.

But the thought still hunts me.

Why do we think these things?

Why are we afraid to die?

Is there a heaven or hell?

Possibly a thin wall between the two worlds of life and the after life?

Or maybe, nothing?

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No matter what your life might be like.