In a palm of my hand I carry seeds, in the tiny fraction of my mind thought I want to grow these seeds, and in another fraction of my minds' thought I want to give up all seeds to the scorching ground. An eternity and full life for me comes, and one day the fruits are born from the seeds I grew. And than in that instant I learn that these fruits are seedless. In another moment to come my body will fall to the ground and I will see this world no longer. In another eternity for me to never see, the fruits will dry up and die. And there will be no more. So, was it worth in the end? Was it worth the gamble worth all life to only learn in the end that it is all worthless.
