I have no truths. I never had any truth. Well, there was moments, where I had. But life destroyed any truth that I may have had. Today I have no truth.
Life is truth less. I trust you get it. Do you get it?
Naah, I don’t think that you do. ‘Cause few people get it when I ask them. And I do. Ask them. Hardly anyone gets it.
I Ask: Why are you here? You don’t know. I know.
Almost nobody can even answer the question. I have the answer to that question, and I don’t get why you’ve even not asked yourself by now:
WHY ARE YOU HERE?
So, come on. Apply your self. Why are you here? Really, why are you? At all? Why?
I know, and you should do too.
I know why I’m here. You don’t? Well most of you never fucking asked the fucking question: Why are you here?
So, ask your self, Why are you, at all?
And people, most of you don’t even get then question; Why are you?