I like to think life has a bigger purpose, but I can't help dwell on everything that happens to tell me otherwise. Why are loved ones taken from us so unexpectedly? Why do we make decisions in life before knowing the outcome? Why do we contradict ourselves in every aspect of life? for example: why eat a salad and work out if after your workout, you smoke a cigarette? Why does life feel impossible at times but way to easy at other times? Are we truly in control?
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Very good answer