Read about Antonio Puerta's death. Shocking, and sad. Shocking: he's hailed the next big thing, he's just twenty two, he's in the pink of health. Sad: He had a whole life ahead of him, he has an unborn child.

Makes you think, doesn't it. So much going for you, and you could be dead the next moment. Then why don't you of all people, treasure what you've got?
So I can only help you with work and finding songs. Am I nothing, beyond that?
Why is Man such a creature that takes everything for granted in his life? Why does one not look at the sky and the grass and admire it, instead of working so hard towards that elusive dream of making that million or billion. Does money matter that much? How far will a capitalist society go in forsaking even just the intrinsic value of rest, relax and appreciation of the world?
Do I exist just as your pawn, or to be manipulated by you?
People look at life, declare it to be a waste of their time, or are unable to keep up or handle the stress of life. For that, they commit suicide. Is it fair, then, to put others through the pain of surviving you. What gives you the justification you need to put everything that is worth something to you behind? Where is the appreciation, the love, the laughter, the joy, the memories that should be part of everyone's life, but yet steadily decreases for each new generation?
I've did all sorts of things for you, and unappreciative, you walk away.
Why do we speak of death with such hallowed or horrified terms? What is wrong with death in the first place? Death is but a passing; it is a way on beyond this worldy universe. We leave behind memories, legacies, and everything that has once meant something to us.
I walk around, I'm offensive and a pest - that look on your face when you see me.
So why is death a part of life? Is it nothing beyond the basic cycle of life and death; that death is an inevitable end of life?
To give up or to persevere. You are the question.