Life is pointless. While looking around you see people struggling. A mother who lives on the street, fighting for the life of her kid. A man who is trying to get promotion. A girl who is arguing with her friend while she want to get recognized.

And suddenly one dies. It could be anyone, me, you, your brother or my best friend. It could be now, at this exact time. Maybe I'll die while writing this journal. And then? People will mourn for me, maybe a year, maybe three years. And even after that they will think about me sometimes.

When an eon has passed, no one will remember me. And things won't have changed. in 2100 people will still struggle and fight their useless battles. Until they suddenly die, and their struggle turns out to be useless, like chasing the wind.

Lets make life as easy as possible, not only for yourself and your friends, but also for the ones you hate. They share the same stupid fate. Living a useless life.