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How many people are trying to find their place in this world? How many have given up and are just here awaiting the end of their lives?  How many of the people do I see everyday go to sleep with a smile on their face or cry themselves to sleep, whether it be aloud or in their soul? 

Could this actually be Heaven or Hell, or even purgatory, a waiting area for our souls, trapped inside these physical temples of our minds?  Where are we? What are we?  We are humanoids on a tiny blue dot in the universe.  Do those questions even matter?  Does it matter that some of us spend our days and nights trying to understand the meaning of life?

I Googled the meaning of life one night.  The question was populated already.  How many others had searched for this answer on the Internet, the least likely place to find it?  I'm not sure there is an answer, at least not one that will make sense to any of us. 

Maybe our time here is what we make of it.  Maybe we are just suppose to be kind to each other and be a community of one?  Part of the problem with that is that all communities have outsiders, bullies, traitors, and thieves.  Our micro and macro communities (from our individual selves to our entire planet) have trials and tribulations.  Eternal and everlasting peace is not possible here on the tiny blue dot, nor within ourselves. All peace is temporary and sweet; from a quiet moment of enjoying a piece of warm pie, to a long walk on a sunny day, to countries getting along. 

On this planet, it is temporary.  Even what people consider to be Heaven and Hell is exclusive to those that follow certain paths.  What does this mean in regards to peace on earth or even within ourselves?  I'm not sure. I do not have these answers.  I have just many questions and speculations.  I search for the answers and I do not know why; and I question that, too.