Chapter 47

Ryan

Everything was created by something for a reason, the universe, each planet in it, specifically earth, the clouds we see when we look up, and then there's us, the cogs.

How easy we live when there are still so many questions left unanswered, what caused the Big Bang? If God created all of this then who created him? Are we really the only planet in a sea of worlds lucky enough to have this much life on it?

7 billion lives can never compare to what the universe actually is, but yet we're expected to just be. Don't question it, it happened and now we're here, who are we to complain? We're those that don't actually want to be here, the ones who understand that this world and all the

ones around it are much bigger than we are. A life made with no road map, and yet expected to excel. How can we live when we know we're insignificant, destined to do nothing, predetermined to fail at absolutely everything-