I think I’m grass again.

Plants absorb air, huh.

Well, I suppose in order to move on, I have to get eaten.

It’ll probably be a bull again.

Or another animal, that’d be new.

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But no matter what happens: I’ll still be stuck in the same life and cycle.

So, what’s the point of hoping and expecting stuff to happen? Everything is meaningless.

My purpose will simply be to satisfy the taste buds of some other creature.

Then that creature may just have to satisfy another creature.

Is that the same for humans? Are they slaves to a purposeless life?

Grass also serves the purpose of satisfying bulls. So, isn’t anyone and anything a slave to something? Do we all have a purpose we have no control over?

Are we all slaves to the laws of this ground we all stand on? Can we change it? Can we escape it? Can we be happy for once?

Well, using my intelligence and experience, I can deduce something severely disappointing that I wish I didn’t have to admit:

We are purposeless forever.