Or here's one from the once-famous "romantic" Communist, Nazim Hikmet:

Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel, for example— I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation. Living is no laughing matter: you must take it seriously, so much so and to such a degree that, for example, your hands tied behind your back, your back to the wall, or else in a laboratory in your white coat and safety glasses, you can die for people— even for people whose faces you've never seen, even though you know living is the most real, the most beautiful thing. I mean, you must take living so seriously that even at seventy, for example, you'll plant olive trees— and not for your children, either, but because although you fear death you don't believe it, because living, I mean, weighs heavier.

https://poets.org/poem/living

Living is no laughing matter.

I mean realy.

I provoke every one on this forum ... what do you think life is coming from and where does it goes?

The video above if anyone has the patience to watch it Koyaanisqatsi thinked in the 70's release. In the 80's. It's really astonishing.