I don't understand. 

From the moment I open my eyes,  to the moment I shut them. I can feel the gaze of on lookers.

What is it?

Is it that they are so absolutely miserable that they can't bare looking at themselves.  Are they just insane looking to find pleasure in pain? I will never know.

What I do know is that my future is partly in my hands and that I can do what I can to steer it in the most positive direction possible.

The answer to what gives life meaning,  I don't know,  I wish I did.

One day we might get lucky who knows.

We can keep looking.