Correct me if this is not true

Life, is there a point
we are humans
we are born
we observe life
we mimic other life, what is the best way for life to be lived
we are taught how to live life by other humans

we are taught by others to be safe, to protect our life from death
i dont want to die yet, i dont understand life
what is this strange thing called living
we live and keep on living

Our whole life revolves around trying to stay alive
we need food to live, we need money for food,
we need a job for money, we need to know how to work to get a job
we need to be educated to know how to work, we need to be old enough to be educated,
to be old enough we must live
why do we live? we live to survive, so we can continue living
So is the purpose of life to survive?

we spend our whole lives trying to not die when we know death will always get us in the end
what is the point we will never beat death
do you live to be remembered after your death
and what does that mean to you, you are dead
is there a purpose beyond just living?
life is pointless when there is no hope

Christianity is a rejection that the only purpose in life is to survive
the hope that there is an existence after this one
a hope that what we do in this life wont be meaningless
The belief that we were created for a purpose more than just to survive
It sets a purpose for your life, words to live by
So that you can live life without worrying

After death

what can we do
we cant control death
i do not know
we live in the world with different people
each one has a different view of life
by communicating with others we can see how they they view the world
but one of the views ceases to express itself
why, we do not know why
it just happens
what can we do
our response is sadness, we cry
we will never again experience the person who left
one we will have to figure out life without
Jonathan was a friend
one of our brothers
i respect the guy that once lived
ill see him later

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what is this doubt i see
what is the purpose if its not real
there is a very empty feeling without it
when you walk outside at night and look at the sky you can feel it
we are arrogant little ants in a gigantic ant farm
i cant describe this, i could before
is something keeping it away or is it me

It sounded cooler in my head

What is it to be human
we wake up
we eat
we interact with the world we are in
we communicate
we sleep
what purpose do we have

people are told to see things a certain way
humans have been around a long time
passing down their views of the world
as soon as we are born we are told what life is
will you go with the flow of life
or wake up
human souls flowing down the river
they dont know any better
only looking forward
not looking around them

but i am just a sack of potatos sitting, thinking, not moving
im a fool who can bearly put together sentences
whats in my head doesnt convert into words
and whats in my head is always changing
trying to find something

i feel compelled to know what Christianity is
without what the world had let you know about before
to see things how they really are
i want truth
like a book you know nothing about, and start to read
no biased opinions
i dont have it right
im going no where

A thousand yawns

Eyes watering
Nose dripping
mouth drooling
air flows into my head
my brain fills with oxygen
my skull shakes
my vision blurs
I can now think clearly

sword pulled from its sheath

so many different brains
each one with a different perception of the world
everyone is living on the same earth
who can see the truth
who isnt clouded
We wander outside the truth, its stupid
i want to ram a javelin into my head
how can i be lured into this foolishness
we are ants crawling in circles, no focus
we need to be knocked to our senses
when you find the focus
dont stop even when you are content
my life is an arrow, where does it point to
airwaves jet past my head
the motor in my skull has started
can i find enough fuel to keep it running
will i forget where the fuel is

brain drain

my head is a watermelon full of juice
Bam!, smashed with a hammer
my brain is a wheel that must be turned manually
tired feeling floods my skull
dillutes the brain, spreads it out
should be a concentrated mass, a hard egg, dense
everyday tasks become a challenge
its painful to speak
i see an exit, ive yet to get to
throw out the excess keep what matters
in a ziplock storage seal hanging from my skull