Life... is a funny thing. Always pushy, noisey, in your way, in your face, and in your existance. Its never there for you, its never going to be an emotion you can look forward to experiencing, yet we are sucumb to living life. Life doesn't revolve around anything, but everything revolves around life. Supposedly for certain religions life doesn't end when you die. We are forced to be inside Life... but all life means for me, is limitations.

Is there really a point to life? Or are we just looking to hard. For most of us, the message is right infront of our face. And for people here who actually joined the Fantasy Theorist Union and participated in the Star Ocean: Till the End of Time thread you'd get what i mean.

What am i getting at? Absolutely nothing. I didn't know i had to have a point. After all, we don't even realize our point of being here.