PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Sleep continues to evade me, so I guess I'll just write.   I want to sleep because I am so tired, yet if I fall asleep the morning will come far more quickly and I will have to face a new day full of the same old struggles.  I am tired of fighting.  I am tired of trying. I am tired of hoping.  I am tired of waiting.  Everyday is the  same as the previous give or take a few minor details.  What is life's purpose.  That sounds so cliche to write, but I cannot help but ask myself that very question everyday.  Is life simply to be lived to make us happy?  That seems so empty.  Is life meant to be spent in a life of servitude to others?  That seems to exhausting and fruitless.  Where is the happy medium?  Does a happy medium even exist??