unreal reality

death awaits at every corner, doesn't matter if you're ready doesn't matter if you wish it death is always in the corner. we carelessly use up our lives, worrying about insignificant things fading into obsucureness not achieving anything meaningful not having space to breathe. as nihilism takes over my soul and I feel as nothing is of my own, I sigh and remember, the answers won't be given to me. I have to search and explore; a journey that must unfold. the world is blurry, nobody can fully comprehend it. though with confidence I can say now, "it's fine", no matter if I'm truly satisfied.