I am a stranger to myself .
Idon't really know what i want .
I have an empty feeling inside , a feeling that i can't explain.
Like somethings missing ,
a purpuse or a goal.
Y'm constantly wondering why i was born or even exist .
if people will remember me, or will my name be known as long as i live and then fade away like a wisper in the wind ?
Will my life , my actions have a meaning to other people's life , to the world ?
Some people say that everybody exists for a reason.
Whats mine then?
Isn't it just possible that we just exist to fill a blank space in this vast world ?
To live our lives and see what happens ?
To wrestle ourselves trought an unmade web whit manny outcommings or just follow the road that was pre-destined to us ?
That every action,every thought, every feeling was already written down, like in a script?
cause basicely that's what life is ' a harsh movie , a movie where we are the main character , a movie of what we percieve ... until we close our eyes and that the courtain falls down.
The problem is that for the moment i'm a spectator of my own life instead of living it .