(While memorizing to be or not to be I kind of have been thinking of other ways to say the same thing in my own way)
Why do we not lay down the sword
when life is so hard
We don't get younger
The body ages, decays
Lovers leave us
or don't love us at all
We see others succeed
where our ambitions taste the bitter dust of failure
We are unremarkable
Not giants, nor kings, nor queens
And each day we grind corn
knowing that we do not eat without labor
But by eating, we prolong our laboring
What is this life for?
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