ˈpōs(t)-ˌsckrippt

Why am I here? Why did I exist?
-To be born one day just to die someday?
-To spend the rest of my age searching for life’s ultimate meaning?
-To suffer the consequences brought about by the love of my parents?
Or is it simply to love and to be loved?

So what is love?
What’s the purpose of having someone to love me?
Will life be different if nobody loves me?
Is love a kind of feeling, obligation, commitment or promise?
Could have I possibly existed without love?

Does God really love me? Does “she” really love me?
What’s in my heart that makes me lovable above anybody else?
-Is it the way I look from the outside or is it something to be seen from within?
-Is it the way I formulate clever and sensible questions about love?
Or is it a destiny, they call, that somebody “shall” love me?

Will love make me happy?
Is there any key to happiness?
-Is it the thought of God, love, woman or sex?
Will I be happy without love? Or will I be in love without being happy?
Or is it simply about being naturally happy with or without love?

So why then did I exist?
-To love?
-To be loved?
-To die?
-To spend the rest of my life searching for love?
-Or is it simply because of love?

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