Life is Sad

Why do I feel that life is such a sad story.

You are born and taken cared of by your parents.

You go to school and earn a degree.

As you grow up, you meet friends who become your family. Some become just acquaintances, and some you get to forget because they are not so nice or has taken advantage of you.

You meet your special someone, or not. No one knows.

You then look for work and earn some money. Or you stay at home and work hard doing chores and taking care of your kids, feeling unappreciated most of the time.

You either live in a rat race or live comfortably.. only you can decide on what will happen to you.

You get to live your dreams or keep reaching for whatever you want to be and have.

And then you grow old, health deteriorating and getting worse, you feel every part of your body aching.

And then you die old or sometimes young, we never know. But one thing's for sure, we will all die.

And when your life ends, you will either turn into ashes or bones.

For a while, they will cry or smile remembering you. They will visit you every time it's your birthday,  death anniversary or every November 1st, Christmas, and other special occasions.

And then a few years later, visitors will get fewer and fewer until everyone totally forgets about you.

What a lifetime of crap, it's wasted. 

Why are we even born?