Life. It's confusion.

have you ever wonder how were we invented?
have you ever think about it?

it's too hard for us to understand what we were made of, or how we are invented.
then, if we do not know what we were made of or who invented us,
no wonder we are so hard to find who ourselves really are, right?

why do we have to survive?
why do we have to fight so hard?
is it just a game?
ever since we come into this world as a baby who knows nothing, why do we have to survive?

where do feelings come from?
I'm not sure it is from our heart, because if it is, we don't even know what does our heart made of.
our soul, is it immortal?
do you believe that if we have found our soulmate in this life than we will find them again in our next life?
do you even believe that there is a next life after this?

why are there rich people?
why are there poor people?
do you truly believe that it depends on how hard we try?
what if there's a smart person but he was unlucky?
where does luck come from?

who invented destiny?
who managed our luck?
is it God?
how can God manage six billion people in the world?
not that I wanted to underestimate God..
but it's just confusing.