On some days I like to sit on the base of a tree, look up to the sky, and ponder the very meaning of our existence. I could do this for hours on end and never come up with a straight answer, until it’s the end of the line.
Ever just have a nice day
All of a sudden you start questioning your own existence; Like “how and why did I end up as this person? How many days do I have left? Why am I living as them, out of so many existing beings on Earth?”