What is our purpose?
I wonder as the water hits my back from the shower.
Is it to work?
To do good?
That can't be.
The question crawls into my mind,
and warps around it.
Torturing the very essence of my mental peace.
Keeps me awake,
doesn't leave me alone.
What really makes us better than any other animal?
Intelligence?
Strength?
Religion?
Aren't we just another race of animals.
Aren't we as well bound to the same rules as the wild beasts in the forests?
We eat,
We sleep,
We die.
What makes us so much better?
I think,
nothing.
Being better is just an illusion.
Before long we all are bound to die,
are we not?
So what is our purpose here?
I think I found the answer.
Our purpose is what we choose it to be.
Only that unlike other animals,
Our purpose should follow rules.
