Sometimes I wonder, alone in my room,
Why do we judge?
Why do we hate?
Why do we need to have everything?
Why can we watch the same movie a thousand times,
And not get sick of it?
Why do we always listen to what plays on the radio,
Whether we think its good music or not?
Why do we need to feel wanted?
All these little questions led to a greater question entirely.
Why does everything have to be as it is?
Could the world have turned out differently
If something else had happened in the past?
Then my thoughts turned to deep consideration.
What if I had never existed?
So many things would not have happened, seemingly insignificant
But still.
I would never have questioned the universe
And none of those horrible things would have ever happened.... to me.
Would they still have happened to someone else?
I knew my own selfishness, to wish that I had never existed,
But I kept going.
Then I thought of air.
Why did we have to need it?
Why did anything about us need to be as it is?
What is 'human nature'?
And why is it so cruel?
Why do we have to breathe?
But soon further contemplation accepted my selfishness.
My thought mutated, and turned to
Why do I breathe?










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