The burden of existence seems to weigh me down at times. Don't get me wrong, I love life; the fresh air I breathe in, (well not so fresh anymore, environmental hazards, global warming, the list goes on); the lovely people that put a smile on my face, (some have made me cry, maybe not intentionally but the deed was done), my dreams; (many of my aspirations have not played out as i imagined). I'm no pessimist, I still enjoy the tranquility and wildness of nature, the soul in music, the excitement in laughter, the security in belonging, the ecstasy in fulfillment. Whilst I do not mean to be negative, you will agree with me that all the things that make life worth living have the other side of the coin. The wisest and wealthiest man who lived years back once said; everything is futile, nothing makes sense.He must have been struck with the same burden. He acquired so much but still didn't think anything he possessed was worth it. You may also have vivid experiences that have made you consider this burden of existence.