Alone

We are all alone. We are born into this world with nothing and as nothing waiting to be absorb the world and grow and we dead shrived up or in a random way alone. We don't get to take anyone with us, no matter how much we love them or how much they love us we really are alone. Don't get me wrong we can convince ourselves otherwise because we feel the warmth of others and of their love but at the end of the day its survival of the fittest, its life then death. All the things in the middle are just details and are what keeps us going but they are unpredictable and they aren't guaranteed.

Why is it that the warmth of love keeps us going? Why do we automatically get lifted when we know someone cares about us? If its so strong then why doesn't everyone embrace it and care for everyone else? Why are we sadden by loss when we know that is the ultimate outcome. Our loved ones will leave us, and we will leave our loved ones.