Sometimes I feel I have created nothing
Then I wonder if that is even the purpose of life.
I mean why should we even create… anything
Isn’t survival the only ask of life

As human beings we understand mortality
And yet we act as if we are immortal
Animals, we are the same
But we hold a responsibility

We hold the power to destroy the planet
the planet we live…
the only one we can live
And we know it.. we know it well
how irresponsible..

But the world does not care..
It does not have any higher purpose

We humans are such frauds..
The fights we start..
how many lives.. how many unborn deaths
how many smiles squashed
And yet all the silly things we get offended over

one lone planet..
and look at our ego…
our stupidity.. our apathy.. our shallowness
insensibility.. silliness… our insensibility..
All words we created just to define ourself..

We are such a fake…
A fake humancy….

Yes the question is not what we created
but what we destroyed.. or
what we managed to not destroy