You find yourself wondering why you’re here.
Why are you alive? Why you exist?
Sometimes you wonder if there’s even an underlining reasoning at all.
You ask yourself a million questions a day just to try to make sense of it all, but find yourself coming up empty.
Empty.
What a belittling, unsettling feeling of upwelling emotion. To be empty.
If life is supposed to be fulfilling, exciting and create a scene of happiness, then why aren’t you sensing just that? Why aren’t you living in each moment, following a fire that’s within your soul? If life is worth living why don;t you feel free to do so? Oh, the questions they pile up in your head. They feel as if they’re ripping through your skull, like your brain is going to burst.
You wish you could explode with peace instead of unrest.