Ruta Skendeliene Poet Free verse

Nostalgia For Meaning

I wonder how to understand
The journey finding the meaning
Of every day mundane living
Perpetual repetitiveness of cycles
That we are stuck in from the 
Moment of our birth 
All the way to the death
I wonder what keeps people 
Going when there is no destination
Other than certain death
And there is no way to find
Anything that would serve
As a point of reference
Even if everyday reality feels 
Totally solid and real
Behind the illusion of veil 
There is nothing we can 
Recognize or even fathom 
How is it living in the world 
That is inexplicable mystery
Locked away from our senses
People manage to embark
On a journey and sustain 
Everyday living stream
Even when there is nothing
To hold on and keep living
We keep dreaming
And keep trying
And keep dying
Without knowing 
Why we are doing this

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James Inman January 18, 2020 at 4:16 PM Interestingly contemplative write Ruta. I think each of us has our own mechanism for justifying our own lives. Many find it in religion, many in science, and some like me in the simple curiosity as to what comes next. Then, sadly, there are those who can't find that reason and stop trying. Perhaps they are the ones in mental institutions, heavy drug abusers or worse.