flash by flawnt

What will you do when you realize that you don’t know why you’re on this Earth. I mean, you’ve lived, you’ve loved, you’ve looked at things and you’ve done shit and all that - you got the pictures to show for it and even emails. What else can there be? Yet you know, against all brainwashing rationality, with the creative little pimple on the back of your behind, you know that you must find out what it is you’re meant to do, complete or leave half-finished, still you must begin. Any day now could be the first day of your long night. You don’t want to go without having fought for your birth right: purpose.