24 is a rookie number of years, yet i might've lived those 24 years of life and found the purpose of being alive. for a while it was for god, for his creatures, for his greatness. and through all the years of spiritual experience, i've finally decided, i live for survival. to adapt and evolve into a better being. not for myself, but for the human species as a whole. there might not be a god, and i might not be able to witness my small contribution, but knowing that i'm alive here and now is enough to prove what the future holds.

the fact that you and i long for oxygen when we're underwater; starve when we've gone long enough without food; work hard to gain money to buy basic necessities, is enough to prove we're here to survive and evolve. we're not the last stage of evolution, and one day we'll go back to stage 1. maybe in a different form. different matter. but our purpose will remain the same.

we'll keep expanding to burn, and we'll burn to expand.