I was once asked a question by my peers " What is the meaning? Why are we here" I pondered
the question for days walking around hazed glazed but one morning i woke from a deep
slumber and looked at the ground and began to wounder " Why are we here? What is are purpose?"
For a long time a forgot the question a walked around in my own confection. Then there was
a sound in my ear a whisper that seemed to say "Come here!". I followed my gut hoping to
see a sandwich, a tooth brush but all i saw was me to be correct my reflection in the
water so i washed my my hands and i saw it the meaning.
I found my friend and we talked for a while passing on stories and friendly smiles and he
asked me once more " Why are we here?" I smiled and laughed and shook my head " I wondered
mt self but here it is " I looked at a puddle near by and looked with wounder i saw my self
and took his shoulder " The meaning is to live for you and all your wounder, What others
think is nothing but a sunder, in the end you do whats right to live one more day and
fight the good fight."