I Do Not Know Why I Exist

I do not know why I exist.

I wake up, I eat, I work, I sleep.

I meet people, I speak, I listen.

I plan for tomorrow, I remember yesterday.

All of this happens, and I continue.

I do not know if it matters.

I do not know if it has purpose.

I think about my choices.

I think about what I want.

I think about what I have.

I do not know if any of it is necessary.

I see other people live, and they seem to know why they exist.

They have goals, reasons, explanations.

I cannot find mine.

I ask questions.

I read books.

I watch the world.

I do not find answers.

I do not know if an answer exists.

I do not know if it matters if I find one.

I only know that I exist, and that is something I cannot change.

I do not know what comes next.

I do not know what to do with this existence.

I only know it is mine to experience.