Humans are born to live. From the moment you are thrown into the universe, you breathe, eat, drink, procreate- it is what we do as living organisms. But why would one procreate, yet alone find a reason to stay alive, without something to stay alive for? Humans don't stay alive for the sake of survival, but rather for the sake of things that bring purpose. Religion, art, music, love- in an endless oblivion of darkness in space, humans are the only species primitive enough to care. You must do what you love. The best things in life will always end in conflict- that is why humans are primitive. ♥♥♥♥ this planet; it is a piece of ♥♥♥♥, seriously. If I cannot return to space, then I will snort coke until I die.