I sit and ponder the meaning and the purpose of this life in a place where life doesn't mean much to the native inhabitants. I watch all that I have slip away, nothing is static. Why do we do this continually? We spend most of our time doing things we hate to earn money to live a life without really enjoying it; keeping ourself to busy to live right up to the end of our life. It's gotten to where everyone has lost sight of the important things. We live life estranged; alone, taught by society not to share our emotions or hold and comfort a friend. Someone has to die, or something as tragic happen in order to have a socially acceptable display of shared emotion.