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Life and death. Both are necessary for humans. However, both are complicated and difficult to understand. Fortunately, I live in a nice town, in a nice country, where my government is not actively trying to kill me (at least to my knowledge) and so I should not complain. Right? Right.
But I'm fucking going to anyways. Or at least, I'm going to question some  things... because... well, just because.
Is life more complicated than death? I think yes. But that may be because I'm alive and not dead, so I'm a bit bias. Life involves a great deal of shit. Take, for instance, having a child... or, if you can't imagine that, being a child. Think about being a child. For me this one is easy, for I am a child. I can't even imagine having a child...thats just really gross. Children should not have children. Anyways, lets get back to the point here... if you get knocked the fuck up, you presumably have to deal/love that alien forever. But what if you die? Or worse yet... what if it dies before you do? Shit sucks. No one likes a dead kid... its basically the worst. So why do it?
So why the fuck do we do the weird shit that we do?
Love. Is it love?
Hate. Is it hate?
Knowledge? Do we, as a species, even know what we want?
What do we want?
What do we want?
Its not money. That shits made up...its not real.
Do we want food and water?
Well, yes...that is essential.
What about cloths?
That depends on where you live and how cold it is.
Love.
Love is what I want and what I need to live. It's love for myself, and for you and for life.

I need a shit ton of love in my life to make life worth living.