Is there a point?

I sit on my bed, in my Micky mouse PJ bottoms and bright red jumper. As I gaze around my room, clean from when I organised it yesterday, I wonder…. Why would I do that? Why would I clean my room? Why would I open my eyes in the morning, and get up? Why brush my teeth and choose an outfit? Why do we rise when it’s bright outside and sleep when it’s dark? Who decided the rules of life? What idiot decide that 1+1=2, not 13? And why would they do this?

I guess I’ll never know why. We live our lives without knowing, or even questioning why. Some people are content with this, others obviously aren’t. I don’t know which I am….. I’ll have to take a moment and decide that..