Tree Stump O' Deep Thought You're Not Usually Capable Of by Stephen Pastis
No one knows what we are doing here.
Some have faith that they do. But no one knows.
So we are scared. We are alone.
And we end. And we don't know where we go.
So we cling to money for comfort. And we chase awards for immortality.
And we hide in the routine of our days.
But then the night. Always the night.
Which, when it has you alone, whispers that maybe none of this has any significance.
So love everyone you're with. Because comforting each other on this journey we neither asked for nor understand is the best we can do.
And laugh as much as you can.