What if you woke up one day to realise you had lost it all… your family, your dignity, your faith in humanity, your purpose.

Is it just me or does the world feel like its is swindling into a whole bunch of nothingness. Picture the Bermuda triangle only a lot less water and a lot more black hollow space. How far can we take this existence before we ruin it all? Ruin it with our over willing to accept and our total lack of acceptance. Ruin it with the left and right arguments, when really at the end of the day it doesn’t matter…nothing matters when you cease to exist. You may argue “Yes it does! Of course it matters! Your legacy matters!”. Does it really though? How much of an impact can one human being among 7.53 billion really have? Legacies are like fairy tales, something you get told when your young to give you some sort of hope and purpose for the future. Its make believe.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this but going back to the original question, what if you lost it all? Would you muster up the courage to continue living life to the best of its ability or would you say fuck it I’m done. Don’t get me wrong, I am loving my life for the first time in a long time, but I guess this happiness is bringing upon a lot of questions as to what is important to me and makes me happy. When you’re questioning what makes you happy, the process also helps you identify the things that makes you unhappy.