Sometimes when I wash the dishes, I think about why we are here.
I think about my life and if anyone has the same feelings I do. Sometimes I think this world is Mother Nature’s head and that we are the lice. The tree is her hair and when it snows its mother nature shampooing her head. Summer is when she is drying her hair. Just like the lice are in our hair, we die in the winter.
That is what I think of when I wonder about life. However, this is just one of my many imaginations when I think about why we are here, in life.