is this all there is?
you wake up, shower, eat and slave the day away only to do it all over again?
and what for? for the promised “tomorrow”? but what happens tomorrow, does anyone know?
as you get older, you stop questioning things. “it’s just the way it is,” i can hear the voice inside my head telling me.
but does it have to be?
why do the gift shops at museums not sell instructional manuals for life with the tour maps? how come we can’t trace the fingerprints of all those who lived before us but are now long dead? what keeps us going through this suffering? what makes some of us stop? how much do we really know? are we willing to find out more?
what library can I find the answers to these questions at? how can I stop them from being buried under the pile of “everyday things”, does anyone out here know?
