Who even needs goals to move forward?

It was raining, and the sound of thunder kept the animals in fear. The wind threatened to turn into a hurricane, or to subside and disappear, no longer daring to disturb the leaves on the trees. There was no one alive in the street: everyone was frightened by the storm and hurried to hide at home. However, through the noise of the raging nature there was a sound of footsteps: it was a visitor to the graveyard - a place where people hope to leave their regrets, pain of loss and many other things, trying to bury them together with the corpse, cover them with kilos of earth, and never remember them again. However, emotions never leave people, being an inseparable part of them. So this one, who came to the graveyard in bad weather, will now find the grave of his close, dear or just familiar person, will cry for a long time, remembering how they-. - Heh, dead, old geezer. Well, you deserved it. You lived too long anyway; you lived through two wars, you bastard. He paused for a moment, thinking about something. - Not that I came to see you or anything; I just came out for a walk, to get some air, just like you said. Eh, I remember it as if it happened yesterday...

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- Hey, you little brat, why don't you go outside and get some air? How much longer are you gonna sit around reading?! A tall man, his clothes slightly dishevelled and his face expressing extreme displeasure, shouted at a boy of about eight sitting at a table full of books in a room whose dust was probably older than the dinosaurs. - Why are you picking on me, Mr-everything-annoys-me! The book says that anxiety makes people age faster. I've already seen a few white hairs on your head! The boy answered him by taking some book out of the slide, and opening it at the right page, showed him what he was talking about: a study by some scientist on the effect of anxiety on man. The old man, getting even more angry, hit his companion in the head, and, taking him by the neck, carried him outside to the accompaniment of exquisite curses in his direction.

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- It's coming for me too, isn't it? In the end, no matter what you do, you'll still be lying here, forgotten by everyone.... And why did you waste your precious time on them...? He pressed his lips together, holding back from showing his feelings, even if he was alone. Especially if he is alone. He's not weak. He has the strength to- *cough* He looked at his hand, which he reflexively covered his mouth with. It was covered in blood. - Oh shit, this is how it's going to end, isn't it...? His consciousness clouded over, his eyes began to blur, and he slumped onto his back, unable to stay on his feet. "Life is shit. The most tasteless of them all, and it ends at the worst possible moment.... I wish it was sugar. And never run out. Huh, do I... Do I want to live? Yeah, I..." He opened his eyes wide; his soul was filled with a feeling he had never felt before... - I... WANT TO LIVE!!!