You have ever looked around and thought, what’s the point? Why must we suffer in life to be freed by death? Yet our death causes others to suffer while we finally find peace? A planet that provides everything to us single-handedly destroyed in our hands. It all just seems unnecessary. It’s hard to remain hopeful when you look around, and everything is so ugly, instead of coexisting in harmony despite our differences. It seems like a competition to see who has the best life. In the end, it doesn’t even matter. We all end up scattered or buried. History repeats itself, and our legacies; are forgotten like everything else