Why are we born? In my opinion, I view the world as a game nobody can win. For centuries people have struggled to find the answers to decipher our purpose, but really that answer lies six feet underground. I often wonder if we are just born to die, live day to day fighting our own wars to stay alive and fend for ourselves..and for what reason? I'm still searching for my own answers, and I believe this will last until the day I die. Religion is something I've looked into and formed my own opinions about..I'm not against it in anyway, just find myself burdened with unanswered, contradicting questions such as..why would a God create such things like pain or death? Without death, would we still even have a purpose to live a meaningful life..and without pain would we know when we are truly happy? I know that these thoughts affect my life on a daily basis, and the ways I view others along with myself. When I observe others I realize that we are all on this earth alone, and though everyone has beliefs, there is no one person who can honestly answer my questions.
             When I think of what has formed "me", the list is impossible to configure. If I tally up and try to even guess what percentage of me is original and my own I would take a rough estimate of 10%. I'd like to believe that I am my own person..that my ideas are ideally mine, but how can I even convince myself that they are? The people I have encountered, the movies I seen, the places I have gone and the experiences I have faced, have all shaped me in some way, shape or form. I think it is safe to say that every one of us has some sort of idle, wether it be a person or a way of life that we try to measure up to. I don't like to consider myself a judgmental person, but people in our generation try to represent their personalities through the way they dress and act. We may form ideas, but truthfully there's no way of telling what&apo...