Have you ever just stopped and asked: why? What point does doing anything even have if youβre just gonna die in the end? Wolves fight so hard to keep their genes alive when the earth will explode in the end. Why do anything, if your drawing will get erased from the paper in the end? Why fight for the rights of someone whoβs already dead? Why try to make a difference, when you know someone will eventually come along, and make it the way it was, all over again? Why try to live in the present, when the future is knocking on your front door? Why try to live forever, even when you know. They will forget eventually.
OH GOD
but satisfaction brought it BACK