What is the point of being beautiful if its not getting you anywhere? What's  point of having a brain if you doing use it, can't do anything with, think with. What's the point of living if everything you have lived for has gone away. What's the the point of breathing if your only taking up air for the next. What's the point of care if they don't care back? What's the point in having time if you don't have time for yourself? Wasted space is all you are if you don't get up and do something this very second, this minute, this hour, this day, this year, this decade, this lifetime? You can't measure time you can't even measure love but they are two things that are taken for granted. Just like broken promises, just like broken hearts, just like broken people, broken families, broken everything all things.