Life makes sense but doesn’t at the same time. Am i doing something wrong, or is it the way I was meant to do it? Maybe living, is an action in itself. After all, living takes up a lot of energy. But maybe living is the absence of an actions. Maybe it’s something we endure and that we’re forced to experience.

Death could mean the liberation of this torment that is living. Maybe it’s not the end, but the start of something better. We would go to a place better, with a new life in the afterlife.

To give is to take. When we are given life, we are taken freedom. When we are given death, we are taken problems.