Wrestling with my Purpose

The deer knows its place in the world

It is prey, and it will never be anything more

Nature designed them that way, the deer doesn't fight nature

The deer is hunted by every creature willing to put in the effort

The meat feeds empty bellies

The bones are made into tools

The antlers decorate walls and become trophies

The pelts keep hunters warm

The deer knows it lives only to die for those that would kill it