Imagine looking at yourself and wondering what and who you are.
That's the reality for many.
Life comes to an end, becoming meaningless. But for the ones who live on, you are someone.
Grief.
A memory.
Or happiness.
We are but a soul in a shell, in the end, it will all crumble and turn to dust, so we ask, Who are we? And above all, why?
Why you?
Why the way you are?
No one can answer in time.
It's like looking Into a mirror maze. You might see your reflection, but is it you?
You won't know if the answer was right or wrong, but you made your choice as will everyone else, once you do it, it cannot be changed.
So before its too late, choose.
Once you're dead you're dead.
