Is there a time where we\'re suppose to realise purpose? To approach life and just know. Because as I swing between uncertainty and nausea I still can\'t fathom my life. This unbreakable code and crazing riddle that drives the innocent insane. I guess that\'s what we all are, on some part of the grey scale that we get lost in, like an overloaded machine with no emergency stop. I feel like a singular penny lost and forgotten on the floor not worthy of being picked up because all that effort of bending down to collect the reward isn\'t enough for that singular worn down penny. So what to do, what to fathom, what to plan.