No Answer

No Answer

How do you say goodbye? How do you say goodbye when you know its forever and you never got a chance to
say goodbye? How do you say goodbye when a casket is sinking into the ground? What does that mean? How
can you take anything away from this? How can this spin any way other than senseless tragedy? Why did this
happen? Is there a God we’re supposed to ask? Why would God allow this? Why would I want to believe in a
God that would allow this? Without God who is going to explain? Without God how do we feel better? How can
we say life works in mysterious ways if there is no script? How can I be comforted by the very being who required
me to need comfort? In what way does any of this make sense? If none of it makes sense then what was the
point? If there was no point then what the fuck is the deal with this world?
Are we supposed to learn? Are we fucking supposed to make this a
learning experience? Are we supposed to take something so huge, so
meaningful, so life changing and boil it down into a lesson learned? At
what point do all these learning experiences run out? When do we get
to just be instead of learning all the time? When do we get to have
peace? What are the answers? Where can they be found? If there are
no answers then what the hell have I been searching for my whole life?
What if I believe in nothing? What is this world if there is nothing to
believe in? What if I want to believe but I just don’t? What if those words
people whispered meant nothing to me? What if I didn’t cry until it was time
to say goodbye? What if my life hasn’t changed a bit? What if I would never have known a thing if nobody had told
me? What if I hadn’t cried at all? How could I cry when there were those with so much more pain than I? How
could I not cry when there was so much pain surrounding me? Was I supposed to be there? How could I
understand what they felt? How could I pretend to be there when I had no idea where everyone else was? At what
point are these feelings an exploitation? When do I grieve? When do I stop? When do I comfort? When do I let it
all go? Do any of these questions even matter? Am I thinking too much? Am I supposed to be thinking at all? Is it
offensive that I’m thinking instead of feeling? How did this world get so fucked up? How did this happen? How
did any of this happen? Why am I feeling so confused? Is the world fair? If it isn’t fair then why should we play by
the rules? Why should we all walk down the same path? Why should we do any number of things we are told to
do? Why should we be successful? Why should we find ourselves? Why should we look at the future? Why
should we look at the past? Why should we find meaning in everything? Why should we trick ourselves about so
much? If the world isn’t fair why should we do anything? If the world isn’t fair why should we be good? If the world
isn’t fair then how can there anything more than us? If there isn’t anything more than us then what the fuck is the
point? If there is no point then what are we doing? Where are we going? Where is he going? How do you say
goodbye when you know its forever? How do you say goodbye when you don’t know if leaving is good or bad?
How do you say goodbye?