Who am I?

I am sand in the sea.

I am soil where trees grow upon.

I exist, but that is not for sure.

I will stop existing in the future, and that is for sure.
No one seeks any evidence. It is a belief.

I was composed to life and will be decomposed to end it.

By whom?

You may ask.

I do not know.
I do not find meaning in life.

Nor do I find meaning in searching for meaning in life.

A pleasant wind blows.

That is the reason why

I live my life.
I will go on

and on.