Many make plans for the future to such an extent they blind themselves with certainty.

Never taking account of what if I do not Want this anymore?

 What if it all just goes wrong and falls apart?

Life is a perpetual state of being, and no matter how well you plan out life, life does not care.

I Want to ask you a question of most importance.

Will you be okay?

Your life is a finite thing with no happy destination, no pot of gold after the rainbow.

You can work, suffer, and do your best all you Want, it will still fall apart.

You are only the journey; the destination and starting point are one and the same.

Oblivion. 

A nothing nothingness as far as the eye can see

I Want to ask you a question of most importance.

Will you be okay?

Life is built upon the exploitation of others

Life tortures each other from the seal that rips off the appendages of the sun fish, and plays ball with it, to the human who mutilates a helpless ilk.

Plants steal the nutrients of other plants to survive

The cuckoo/rich bastard enslaves the acrocephalus warblers/slave and life goes on.

It appears to be a universal constant, look at where everything comes from.

I Want to ask you a question of most importance.

Will you be okay?

Sometimes life just gets to you.

Filled with self-loathing, and self mistrust.

Sometimes all the good things in the world mean nothing, because sometimes everything feels like nothing.

Maybe it is just you, maybe you are just predisposed by biology, maybe something went wrong and you taste life with a of contempt for all things.

I Want to ask you a question of most importance.

Will you be okay?

Life is a processes of being, growing and shrinking

And times you may snap, clap the clasp of being resign to despair

Maybe ask, life is it truly not worth it?

All of this just go wrong, to cease existence, to be the exploited and the exploiter?

I Want to ask you a question of most importance.

Will you be okay?