All that ends

As a child, the world is small with only the things we care of that forever seem to remain with us in close proximity. After a certain age, you realise again the world is small because no matter how much you know or have, it all goes away. Love, friends, joys, memories, everything comes to a screeching halt. Some leave for their own good, some are better off away and some just leave for no reason at all.

Clinging on to something is no good either. What does life teach? Dont care, dont want, dont feel because nothing is permanent and that it all vanishes. All the lessons that life throws at you or all the epiphanies that people know of carry the same story in the end. Love is shit. Just be cold and kill your spirit as soon as you can. For that is the only way one can exist, let alone live.

The end.