Whats the point? (Open)

Every day. Same thing. Same suffering. Same hungry children. Same work. Get up, school, work, eat little and sleep. Every thing was contorled. If you didnt do what was asked of you, you'd be killed or whipped. What is the point? We come to this world to live and die of in some painful death. Whats the point. Cole knew some reasons why people still lived. Love and family. The one thing that kept people going. But for Cole it was different. He didnt really have anyone he loved, who knew he would always love. He had friends, but nothing that would keep his light on forever. His father and his sister had died. His mother was the only one left. She was busy thought and had changed since her husbands death. Cole and her didnt always see eye to eye any more.

So what kept Cole living?

Every morning he went around helping out. It ranged any where from giving what little food Cole had to a starved kid or helping more old logs around. These little task each morning kept him going. And today was no different. He was dressed in cargo pants and a gray t-shirt. Cole had a pack slung over his shoulder. It held extra food and tools. Cole walked down the street looking for some one to help.