For as long as I've been on this planet, in this solar system, in this galaxy, in this universe, I have always known why I am here, why I exist. And yet, everyone seems to make such a big fuss about asking such a simple question, that we could all answer so easily, if we had enough time to think. The meaning of our life in the universe.

I have always admitted to myself, that for almost all the time I've been here, life has gotten less and less exciting. For the first year of my life, the whole world is a mystery. I have to figure out how to be able to communicate with all these strangers around me. I have to be able to live, breath, and move. Then, later on after I've figured everything out, I'm taken to movies, a form of entertainment, not unlike television shows. After that, I go to school, to fill my brain with even more knowledge, much like my first years. I'm still doing that now, but the game has changed significantly. I'm in this school, so that I can figure out what I want to do with my life. All the math, the history, the science, the English, the gym, the art, and everything else, is to figure out, what I will do afterwards. I'm not exactly sure what will happen after school. It will definitely be interesting. I'll have to figure out how to make money effectively, how to live in my own house, and how to be able to survive without the permanent help of friends and family. Yep. It'll be very interesting.

So, what do I want to do with my life? Well, let's see. I'm terrible with math. I'm better with prehistory more than I am with history. I'm okay at science, but I only enjoy little things. Don't even get me started with gym class... Just... Don't....... But, I'm great in English. I love writing, and reading. I also am apparently extremely talented with art, considering I have done art, and studio art. I enjoy drawing, and I'm great at scratch art too. I've always had an imagination. I've always been curious about the world, and I've always came up with random ideas that having nothing to do with anything. At first, I had a fear that I wouldn't be able to do anything with these skills. But then I realised it. I enjoy, I love, making stories. I love making art. So, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be an author. I might even illustrate my books. So, I really have planned out a lot. Seriously, I have plans for a whole bunch of scenarios.

As I've said, this all comes down to that one question. Why are we here? Why do we exist, and live in this world? Don't worry, I'm not going to be extremely vague, and be one of those people who says, no, it's to awsome for you to know. My reasoning behind that, is that everyone, has their own reason. To live. To be in this moment. To exist in the world. To read this part of my random thing even. Everyone, as long as they aren't one of those depressed "there's no point" people, has a reason to be here. If you really must know my reason, here it is.

I'm here, because I want to be. Even if this universe can be boring here, right now, who's to say that it will be the same tommarow? What if, I go to sleep, and tommarow, I find that the zombie apocolypse has begun, and I need to find a safe place to live? What if, tommarow, I wake up to find that I'm in my favorite book series universe, Wings of Fire, and I get to be a student at Jade Mountain? What if tommarow, I have to save the world from an alien invasion, and maybe even get the aliens and humans to coexist? What if tommarow, is more exciting?

So, I am here, because I want to see what happens. Life is such a strange occurrence. I feel happiness. I feel sadness. I feel hungry. I feel humorous. I might even extremely rarely, feel a little depressed, but not by a lot. There's a lot to be happy in my point of view. I feel alive. Of course I'm going to get hurt physically and emotionally. I'm going to hit some bumps along the way. But that's what makes this so exciting. Could you imagine, if the whole world, was completely happy? We'd all have to be hippies, so no violence, even in books. And we'd either have to be immortal and invincible, to prevent the sadness of death, or we'd have to be nearly emotionless. My point is, sad, and bad things happen, to make you look forward to the happy things.

This is why I'm here. I'm an observer. I watch what happens in the world, and I remember it. So, that is my reason for being here. My question for you is. What is your reason?