The "Why?" Question

Billions of people have lived and died since the first ones. What do we remember about them? Most of them are forgotten. Some, we remember as bad. And some, we remember as good. So is that the point in life? To be remembered as good? We may lead a good life, but there may be no one to remember us. Also, when we do good things, should we do them for others to acknowledge or do them because they were the right thing to do and not care about what others think or say.

Do you ever think, while you're eating, why? Why do you eat? To stay alive... and do what? To exist until someday we do not? We study hard and work endless hours for... a better life. But it doesn't surprise us to hear a rich person who doesn't have to work at all to kill himself. He didn't have to do anything and saw no point and ended his life. And we don't hear the poor to commit suicide. They're too busy staying alive.

So my conclusion is, we don't ask ourselves the "why" question. We keep ourselves busy and wander aimlessly. It's too much of a burden to many of us. So we choose not to carry it at all. And those of us who do ask, don't always find the answer. But I don't believe it possible for us to sincerely seek and not find the answer.

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I had nothing but a dream and a memory to love. Why did you take them too? It's over now.