Can we find an order to it all?
Is there one to find?
Why do we give ourselves a purpose?
Is it just a way to pass the time?
Or is there a higher purpose?
Something other than gravity which holds us to this world,
That gives meaning to our most pointless tasks.
Are all our relations designed to be so fragile?
Does this challenge us, test us?
If we had nobody there wouldn’t be any problems.
But there wouldn’t be any purpose at all.
Are other people our purpose?
If this is true, why are all of our miseries brought on by other people.
The way someone acts, what someone says?
If joy can only be brought on by interaction, is disappointment also?
If we could seek joy in solitude, what problems could arise?
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