WHAT THE...

Ever ask yourself, why am I here?

I do, I’m curious, why am I here, what good does my existence have? There never seemed to be any particular purpose for my life. I’ve been here for seventy years but, for what? I’m rarely happy, and apart from serving my country, I have no accomplishments of which I’m particularly proud.

Of all the people that I know, only one seems to seriously care about me and how I feel, I can’t understand what it is that appears to make me so insignificant.

Maybe I’m screwed up in the head? something I could understand if I felt it true.
We all have our little, tug of war, in our lives but that shouldn’t occur practically every day.

I’m certain if I died, what would happen would be the search of my belongings for anything I may have had of value and the discarding of all I held dear in my lifetime. A few years would go by, and the memory of me and my life would fade quicker than the smoke from a dowsed camp fire.

Yeah, that does bothers me, my entire life all I did was give thus, why I have so little now.
The closer I get to the end of my life the stronger this story becomes so, yeah, this bothers me.
So, how’s your day?