A Broken World, A Reason To Live

Things are hard, I know,
But somehow, in this strange universe,
There is always something that keeps us together.
It's a strange force,
Something, that no matter the distance,
Keeps us together,
That nothing can break apart.

I think someday, we'll find it,
But it will always be a mystery.
We're all ourselves, we all have our own hopes, dreams and fears,
But we're also so similar.
We're different, and the same.
It's a strange mystery, how we're all different but yet the same.
But it's beautiful.
We're different enough to be interesting,
But not so different that we can't relate with each other.

There will always be a new life after something dies,
After the darkest, cloudiest night, there will always be sunrise,
After sadness, there is always happiness.
Everything is connected in this weird universe we've found ourselves in,
And there's no explaining how.

Even in the smallest levels of this world,
If you try to split the quarks,
They'll just use that energy to make more of themselves and bond to those new ones,
You'll never be able to split them.
Maybe that applies to us too.
We're in a scary, unknown, dark universe,
But we also have beautiful things, hope, and life.
That's weird I know,
But I'm grateful for it.

We're all on a journey, to find the place where the sea sleeps,
A place where we can all be happy, where things are perfect,
Maybe that place is unreachable, maybe we're doomed to fail,
But there's no point not trying, and at least we have plenty of company while on the way.
I know this world is scary, but just know,
There will always be more good then bad,
There will always be more people fighting for freedom then people oppressing it,
There will always be more hope then despair.

Nothing can tear us apart, no matter what we try,
Cause even across this world, this universe,
We'll still be connected by the gluons of this world.
By friendship, brotherhood, and the many other forms of love.
That's awesome, if I'm honest,
Because that means,
Even on this broken, flawed world we call home,
There's a reason why we picked this rock, instead of somewhere else.
Because we've been able to make this rock our own, our home.
Even if this world is scary,
There will be hope.
That is the reason why we live.
Because of this broken world, that is our reason of living.

('We don't need myths, we need examples to be followed. Examples of courage, determination, hope. We need to believe it is possible to win, and it is our duty to pursue it.' Aryton Senna)