WHen I look out the window I see stillness staring at me though not scary it is a confusing mess. Should  human life always have to have a purpose.  What about me. If I die today I don't know if there is going to be anyone at my funeral   may be my sister my mother  .  I would be gone just like that   I don't have any stories to tell . What about millions of homeless people what is the purpose of their lives. Yet they wake up everyday . They go on. Is it the natural fear of losing life that makes people like me and others go on. Where is the answer . ?   Is it in your job? Is it in the good deeds that you do? Is it in the family that you raise? Is it in the money we spend? Is it in the friends we have? I feel like I have had enough.