What is Life? Is it an illusion? Does it have purpose? Is their any control? Was there meant to be?  Look at a leaf, and it's complex design, with it's veins in beautiful patterns. Surely there is meaning to such beauty in life. Is there a creator? Was this world made through sheer chaos? Life is a beautiful thing, and sometimes it seems it is nothing but sheer chaos. But is it really? You learn through trials. When things happen to you, good usually comes of it, if you're willing to notice. It sometimes make you think whether or not you're part of a plan, if there's a grand scheme in which there IS purpose... Maybe there is a God.



I was tired when I wrote this, so no harsh judgement, please.