Life

life.
what is life, if in only a heart beat, in only a blink of an eye, it can be wiped out?
what is the purpose of living, when all you are truly destined for is death?
and saying that, what is death but the consumption of all that is living?

Why do we need to live, just to die?
Eventually all will die, everything will be gone, and whatever we worked so hard for will have dissipated into nothingness.
Why is the world, if it will only implode one day?
To have nothing, yet everything out there, whatever is out there, be they aliens, gods, puppet masters with strings, a child's dream; laughing at us for working and giving everything we are to just one small thing, only to have it ripped from our grasps when it comes time to give up our life to another, for whatever reason they choose.

What is life, to those that have nothing, then?
They couldn't work enough to get what they needed, what they wanted, their goal too far away to reach.
What of them?
They die unsatisfied and alone?
And what is death? Some sort of nothingness, leaving us to float on in space, our spirits or ghosts or whatever just wandering the universe? Or is it something more, something like what you religious folk say, heaven or hell or whatever? A place to go after you die to find those that you once knew, once loved, or to go into the unknown looking for someone to befriend after you've died, even then looking to be thrown into whatever 'groups' that are there.


Life.
Death.
It's all a game, isn't it?
Just a simple board game,
No winners,
No losers,
Just players that, like in monopoly, get thrown in 'jail' for a while, then come back out sometime later, once again new to the world, a different world than they knew, and yet the same.
There is no death, there is no life, only existence in this miserable place of an Earth...
Maybe that's why this world is now dieing.
Maybe that's why this world is now nothing.
No one is living anymore, no one has a challenge to live to.
There is no fighting and squabbling for the right to live.
As humans, as 'the better species', we've pushed those that have the right to live on this Earth with us away, killed them, taken them in and forced them to live as we see fit, because we're just so much superior to them, aren't we?
We've come, we've conquered...
and now what...?


Eventually, there will be fighting within our own ranks,
Eventually, there will be fighting within our own minds,
We'll turn to our neighbors, our brothers, our sons, fighting,
Fighting those who are different, fighting those who don't fit in,
We'll be making up whatever excuse it is that we can to fight, to conquer, to kill.
And what will be left when that happens?
What will be left of our superior race of humans then?

Life shall be extinguished, death hath consumed all.
Nothing will be left on Earth itself, save for maybe the trees and water, though even that could have died as well.

But what will it matter, in the big picture?
In the big picture, even if you're the biggest, best, richest, smartest, most famous person on Earth, you've absolutely nothing in this universe.
When we all die, when the Earth is dead, things will still go on as normal. It will have changed nothing in the long run, in the big picture...

And so, I ask again;

What is life, if only to die?