Reflections: Existentialism

Life must be questioned to discover the truth. Spending all our time in a lonely photo booth, Taking pictures of our past reflectively aloof, Hiding in nostalgia to recapture our youth, Or should we just get over ourselves? Life should be quizzed to find out what’s wrong. Living through sorrow to make ourselves strong, Running past others to get ahead and get along, Wasting this precious time just playing Mahjong, Or should we get up and do things? Life needs a questionnaire to learn what is good. Gentrify houses to fix the mentality of the hood, Discuss filmic characters such as Bella and Edward, Purchase some shelves made from quality wood, Or should we create stuff of our own? Life needs a meaning, so let us look for an answer. Is it in the lucid movements of the simplest dancer? Is it in the poetry of the pen, or in fighting cancer? Will we learn it by study, or travelling to France, Sir? No. The meaning of life is to live.