For some weird reason, inside of all of us, there is a little question being asked. Sometimes we notice it, sometimes we don’t. But it is always being asked:

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Shh.... Listen to it whisper....

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

It’s like a bully catching you sneaking into a party you know you’re not cool enough to attend. But really, what the fuck are you doing here? Why are you on this planet with me? What the fuck is your reason for being here? I don’t see any reason for you being here. We all feel this. I think it’s because it’s built into who we are.