Meditations of why?

A journal entry.

What is a man really worth?
from the moment you are squeezed out you are thrown into the prison better known as life a constant struggle, one you could never possibly win because there is no prize at the end. So why try? if you know you are going to lose what is the point?

to me life is a mountain that has to be climbed behind you are tigers and in front the cold wind
at the top. Once you reach the top you cannot stay there and will always be forced back to the bottom to start again.

I believe this road is a terrifying one and I remonstrate some of the things that will happen,
but I don't want to die and I don't regret being born I am the lucky one after all
I survived what millions of others could not to become what I am right now typing this and I have to say that there is no resentment in my mind!

We are so lucky we don't even realize it,
do we ever pause to think it over is it an uncomfortable thought in a world
more full of complaints than complements. I am a scared animal maybe this will be my last day
but it will be a lucky one because I made it this much farther.